Here lies ashes of Art Morgan buried at the foot of Sakura Tree at Forest Law Cemetery close to Mother’s gravesite.
wearing the same outfit
black turtle neck, black jacket, black coat. Can I tell the difference?
young and older,
spitting image. It was Remembrance Day. Father was in town for the legion
to commemorate Remembrance Day. Where have you been hiding this young lady?
asked Father to Son. Where have you been hiding your father?
a thought I kept to myself for the Son. He was an army pilot during World War II. Father survived the war,
got married, raised a
family of four. I was happy to meet Father but
death came to soon. He died
in his own
hands. Why? Have you seen a
grown man cry?
Son was inconsolable. In Father’s bedroom
there I sat on his bed and lit
a candle to say a little prayer
and left the candle burning
by the bedside table. WHO LIT A CANDLE! Scream came out of Son’s mouth
hush, it was me, hush
Inconsolable.
wishing I could take away his
pain. Thanksgiving Day
time to scatter the ashes on top
of the mountain
overlooking the lake. One by one
the family took handful of ashes
blown to smithereens
carried by the wind. Mine placed in a small container
for Father’s ashes to bury him
at the cemetery. At the foot of the Sakura tree
is where I buried his ashes
near Mother’s resting place. Father’s bible was given to me
in memory of Son’s Father. There is no answer to Why. Remembrance Day
will always remind
me of Father and Son. Related articles
- Remembrance Day (skylarcook01.wordpress.com)
Thank you Father and Son!
May Father rest in peace. May Son be at peace.
That was beautiful. Really beautiful.
Our sweet song tells our saddest thoughts.
So terribly sad yet beautiful at the same time. I love Cherry blossom trees. Huge hug to you, Perpetua. Paula xxx
Suicide is awful, we should know that, eh, Paula dear. Yup, I used the name Sakura because of you. 😛
Oh so sweet, thank you! 🙂
Have a great weekend. Hugs xxxxx
❤
boo hoo hoo….
Why kill one self? I do not and cannot understand.
We have no answer.
So sad
deeply ….
each life is a world in it’s own right… and it’s hard sometimes to understand how others choose. Sometimes life is just too hard to bear. May he rest in peace. Now it’s his son’s turn to make the best of this amazing opportunity at living this life.
I wrote this to remind me the effect of suicide on the living for I tried to do it. I have no right to do such thing nor put my family and friends to experience of the ordeal. As for the son, time will tell should he choose life is more precious than accumulating wealth.