A few weeks before my father passed in December 2008, he requested that when I visit his grave, I put 5 red roses in the vase. I asked why? He told me: “In WWII, 4 of my childhood friends were blown up in a tank; we all grew up together, we were best of friends. I would have been amongst them in that tank had I passed the qualifications of joining the army; I was 1/2 inch too short…”
For Father’s Day this year, I placed 5 red roses to his grave. In honor of my Mother, I added the fragrant, Asiatic Lily.
Alone in the afternoon misty rain, I stood wondering if I had ever visited graves alone before: No.