Gravesite | Mold, WA | August 2019
Cemetery Visit #1 | My mother’s zest for living made her a perfect candidate for afterlife communication. Her all-embracing love, with a heavy dose of humor, seemed too big, too exuberant, too energized to disappear due to the mere technicality of death. We siblings figured her spirit would be in touch soon — probably in dreams, maybe on a Ouija board, hopefully in a ghostly apparition. But, alas … no dream appearances. No Ouija messages. No vaporous presence in my peripheral vision. Mom has hightailed it outta here, says my sister, to join Dad over there.
[The Mold Cemetery, more than a century old, surrounds this fenced burial plot. My mother lies buried in south Louisiana.]