I was in town this morning, so I went to the cemetery.
The cemetery had been closed on Sunday because of the snowy weather. Today it was open again.
As I left my car and started walking down the hill to Richard’s grave I looked out over the snow covered ground. There was one set of footprints. They led down the hill and turned to face Richard’s grave.
I was struck by the scene.
Here was a picture of the never ending and lonely love of a mother that has lost her child.
You could feel the coldness of her sorrow in the snow.
And yet the beauty of her love is there as well.
It was a powerful picture.
But of course I didn’t bring my camera. And I forgot my cell phone too.
So I had to find a stock photo to use for this post. It’s not near as good, but I hope you get the idea.