After the Funeral

Walking behing my mothers casket out of the church, my uncle holding me up-right all I could hear was "you must be strong - you are on your own now. I remember standing over the grave. It seemed like it would never stop when they were lowering the casket. I wondered how deep they would put my mother.

After the funeral, all I wanted to do was be alone on the ice but I was far from my skates or ice.

Today I send love and light to Joannie as she says good-bye to her mother and starts down the road of grieving.