A Visit to the Cemetery

February 7, 2020

It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining with such intensity that I find myself squinting. Every time I venture to my mother’s grave, the sun shines so brightly it’s nearly blinding. Call it coincidence, or call it a sign from the heavens, either way the sunshine and warmth are comforting. 

I sit there on the hard concrete, the black roadtop that borders my mother’s grave. I sit there, staring at her smiling face. The one that is engraved on her headstone. The one that is engraved on my heart. I talk. I pray. I look around at all of the other memorials. Statues of loss scattered around this land as visual reminders of the people we loved so well. 

I find myself glancing at the huge tree that can be seen from my familiar spot. I stare in wonder. 

Inquisitive of how many people this tree must have seen come and go. Full of tears, full of love, full of heartbreak. How many families have come under this tree to spill their heart and soul? This tree has probably seen and heard immense heartbreak over the years, yet it still stands. Stronger than ever, and soaking up the sun with each passing moment. 

I watch the cars go by. Always wondering if they notice me. Do they notice the tearful visitors that they pass? Do they wonder who we’re visiting and why they’ve landed here? Do they count their blessings as they pass this morbid reminder of life and death. Do they notice me, like I notice them, and wonder?

I look at all the flowers and love tokens scattered among the headstones and resting places of the ones we’ve lost. So much love is scattered here. When I look around this place, I see immense loss, but I also see the abundance of love that still remains. So many pieces of love that decorate this place of sadness. Have you ever noticed how much love can be found at a cemetary? Once you notice it, it cannot be unseen. It’s beautiful. It’s priceless.

I sit here, in this spot, on the hard ground, feeling so many emotions. The stillness of this place is both captivating and intriguing. It has a way of making your mind wonder, to new perspectives and new emotions. 

This place, this cemetery, this land that houses the forever lost, is a place that uniquely provides both comfort and sorrow. It’s a place I’m slowly learning to appreciate. So, I sit here, with tearful eyes, soaking up the sun and the emotion that fills me. I’ll stay a bit longer, until I’m ready to stand again and say another goodbye. 

I’ll leave tearful, as I always do, but as I get up, I know the sun will follow me. I’ll feel the wind grace my arms, and I’ll feel wrapped in love and comfort, and I’ll know it’s from all of the people we visit here. It’s their whisper of “thank you”, for visiting and for loving them so well, even in their death. 

xox, Chels

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  1. Beverly Hatfield says:

    Love this!
    Great perspective
    Prayers and hugs

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Chelsea Ohlemiller

Chelsea Ohlemiller

A thirty-something wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.

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