Today I attended the funeral service of my good friend’s mother. She had battled to stay well over the last few months and finally gave up her fight when all her family was with her at the same time. She was Italian, larger than life, a loved woman, 89 years old, never spoke English and drew a full house at the church.
What a way to be remembered, it was such a beautiful service. The minister said that God had prepared a place for her, I thought that was such a comforting way to put it.
I was thinking of a photograph I had that I could use to put with this post, and instantly this one came to my mind. I took it in the hills of Cinque Terre, in Italy. It amazed me to see this gravesite so high up and isolated. I felt like I was up in heaven and thought what a spiritual spot that was to be buried, looking out over the Mediterranean Sea. I loved the simplicity of the grave as a contrast against the grandeur of its placement. I noted the attention that someone was giving it to keep the cross in such good condition, with its rosary beads lovingly draped and the careful placement of the rocks at its base. Furthermore, it was taken when I was visiting the area with that same good friend, who today buried her mother.