The gates were locked

The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son)

Wednesday 6th May

Driving along to see you today, we were surprised to find the cemetery gates chained up. It was mid-morning, the sun shining, so why hadn’t someone opened up?

We parked the car a little way along the road, walked back to entrance, and opened a small side gate, which wasn’t locked.

Nothing seemed amiss, or gave any indication as to why the place had been closed.

So we walked through until we reached your resting place. Everything was safe and sound, despite the gales in the night. The tree just beside you is in full leaf, a bright, fresh green; it flutters gently in the spring breeze.

So. We talk. We tend. We tidy. We think about you constantly. We wish. We wonder. We whisper. We think about what could have been, what should have been. What we would have been doing right now. All of us…

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