What I mean by the above is that I travelled from Newmarket to Barrie Union Cementery to talk to my mother's spirit.
The gravesite was handsomely dressed with three flower arrangements from the funeral. Fresh sod was also laid over my father's grave but not my mother's yet.
The conversation on my part was short and emotional. This was the first time in a long while that I was alone with my mother.
As the door closes on an old life, another one opens on a new one.
My relationship continues with her on a spiritual plane.
http://stoneorchardsoftware.com/pdf/publications/pub_9.pdf (A History Behind Barrie Union Cementery)
http://www.donnadouglas.com/ddes/col236.htm (Archiving Memories)