Friday, January 17, 2014
Another Grave to Tend
This week, I was informed via snail mail from Germany, that an uncle of mine had passed two days before Christmas. Sadly, he had smoked himself to death. He and I were not very close. Outside my handful of visits there, we had little contact. Through my aunt's annual Christmas cards, I received updates on their lives. And even though they were well off, it is likely that she would have considered it an unnecessary extravagance to give me the news of his passing via a long distance call. And computers are not part of her world. This aunt, now in her mid-seventies, is no stranger to grief. She was a four-year-old child when her father died. As a young mother, she had buried her baby boy within days of his birth. Some years later, her mother passed. Then, nearly twelve years ago, she experienced the loss of her only sibling, my mother. Now, with her only child living a fair distance away, and without any friends to speak of, she will understandably feel very alone. I hope she finds comfort in her religious beliefs, as well as support from her church. And, as she continues taking her daily stroll to the cemetery across the street, to tend yet another grave, I hope she feels the presence of her God walking with her.