Graveyard Visit

“You’ll never guess where Daddy and I went after we finished our errands,” Mama told me when I phoned her. “To the graveyard! I enjoyed it so much!”
Who’d ever think that the graveyard could be an enjoyable place to visit, but Mama’s explanation made it clear that a cemetery can indeed be a place of “communion” for the saints of God.
“I even found where Aunt Cora was buried,” Mama continued. Aunt Cora, an elderly lady whom we called Aunt but had no blood relation to us, had been our next-door neighbor during my childhood years. Every day Aunt Cora would visit Aunt Zinne, her sister who also lived in the neighborhood, and then stop by our house on the way back to hers. Mama would serve fresh-brewed Mello-Joy, and they’d talk about the things of interest on that particular day—the lilies that were blooming, Daddy’s strawberry crop, a storm in the Gulf, a favorite recipe, or whatever moved their fancy.
“When I’d head for the kitchen and the coffee pot, Aunt Cora would always remind me, ‘Put some cream in my cup, but don’t stir it. Just let it float.’ She liked her coffee that way.”
Mama had been thinking about those things from bygone days as she lingered near Aunt Cora’s grave that afternoon. Filled with nostalgia, she closed with a little prayer, and as she stepped away from the tomb, she saw something behind the headstone that both amazed and comforted her—an old granite coffee pot! Filled with rocks, it had probably been used as a base for memorial flowers, but it meant so much more than that to Mama. Tears welled up in her eyes at what she felt in heart was Aunt Cora’s response to her reflections—“Thank you for all those cups of coffee. And thank you for always fixing it like I loved it—with the cream floating on top.”
Aunt Cora had died many years before, and the old neighborhood was no longer the same, but in that moment, Mama knew Aunt Cora was still her neighbor and always would be. During that graveyard visit, the communion of saints became a beautiful reality for Mama, just as the Creed, which she believes in and prays, assures her it is.

Graveyard Visit

Bonnie T.  Barry

Sunset, United States

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