Today, August 16th marks the 5th anniversary of my sister’s death in a nasty car accident.
In many countries…includking Ghana and Tibet, it’s common to mark and honor the anniversaries of deaths. not that these are needed to keep memories alive. And not that they need to be solemn or sad times.
My sister’s grave lies at the top of our pasture inscribed by her name, life dates, and one simple word: “Beloved.”
I picked blooms from the fading surprising lilies, tied these together in a bouquet, and took it down to lay on her grave stone. Another single lily is there, and there will be others later this evening as family members drift down in this pilgrimage of love and remembrance.