At the Cemetery: Story

 

At the Cemetery: Story

Summertime is a miraculous time. The past weekend, I created new family memories. My daughter and my son-in-law came to visit me. My son came too. We talked, we ate together, and we laughed. Gradually, I became conscious of the absence of my husband and their dad. Sunday morning the children took me to the cemetery.

My cemetery affairs connected to the back time of our trips with mommy, seeing daddy. This was my understanding of the mysterious place that seemed to be the pulse of the full overflowing life at any time of the year.

This cemetery has a different vibe. I do not know if it is me or the place itself. It has both well bearings and carriages. The green grass, stones, some trimmed trees, and above all the hot air of the hot summer day of June.

The group of birds in a distance were busy looking for warm warms and seeds. The place has iguanas. Last time, I saw few adults, large size, that chose the cemetery park as their home. The small green iguanas were sneaking between the stones and plants.    I happened to count three. I saw a baby snake maybe just got out of the egg under the hot summer day sun. Someone stamped it on, and it looked like a shoelace. It tried to free itself and managed to straight out and turn over to continue to live.

The quiet place was not quiet at all. If you stay still and listen to the silence, your ears bear the present humming of insects that swelled louder and louder as the airplane’s engine receded. Though I looked everywhere I could not see a single creature would account for this throbbing sound. My eye caught a bee at a small blue flower at the bottom of the gravestone. The tender sound of summertime was in the air. Earth creatures such as ants and lizards continue to live in spaces surrounded by nature.

The grey clouds moved and brought a warm drizzling rain from above. My son-in-law hurried up to the car and got over me, towering with an umbrella. Goodbye, my love, for now, we will be back.

Tomshinsky@2025