My mom is an angel
We went by my mother’s grave and there was an angel that a loved one put on the grave. It’s the Jewish tradition to wait one year after the burial and then dedicate the tombstone. In the meantime, someone felt she needed a marker. We brought her Gerbera daisies, favorites of my MawMaw (grandmother). My aunt had placed yellow roses on her grave recently.
How perfect, the angel for my mother. I truly feel her looking over all of us. Next time we go to her grave we’re bringing ashes from Samm, Arlene, and Wolfie to sprinkle around her. Love you mom!
