"it's his birthday today"

her voice is haunting me...

 

dear diary,

 

we laid my grand aunt and uncle to rest in punchbowl on friday. but that's not what's burning a hole in my soul...

 

i arrived at the ceremony early so that i could run down and place some flowers at my in-laws' niche. so... i accomplished that, put a flower on the unknown dude, and started hurrying back up the hill to where my aunt & uncle's ceremony was to be held.

 

but then...i noticed an elderly lady with a cane struggling to make it down the slope that runs from the niches to the road. she must have been at least in her mid 80s...i ran up to her and said, "grandma, hold onto my arm." she put her free frail hand on the right arm and whispered, "it's his birthday today. i had to come... it's his birthday today..."

 

i almost broke down on the spot...that's all i've been hearing in my head all weekend...it's his birthday today...

Done