There are two wreaths on top of the bookcase in our front room. They make no sound but I am aware of their presence. Like an elephant in the room.
One dry day soon. That's a good one. They will be picked up and put into the car boot and we will take the short journey to the South side and place them on my parents, grandparents and my dad's brothers and sister's graves. Two wreaths for two graves.
Sometimes it gets to me and the tears begin to well up and other times I think of how they are at peace. Oh such perfect peace. They don't feel the cold and the rain or worry anymore. I hate the silence of the graves.
Christmas is a very difficult time this year for everyone. We will remember the living who can't be with us and we will remember those who have passed on and gained their eternal reward.
Mike Rutherford wrote: "It's too late when you're gone" in his 'Living Years song.' No longer will we share a drink or a meal or open a present with our departed loved ones.
Sleep tight mum and dad. Tell baby Jesus "to take care of everyone."
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