A reunion 56 years in the making

A chapter of my life closed on Friday 07-10 when my mother's ashes were buried in a grave next to her own mother. Mother and daughter are reunited after being apart for 56 years. I wrote extensively about my mother and her mother in a Mother's Day post, and I strongly encourage you to read it before proceeding, as what I will write is a direct follow-up. If you don't read it, you may be lost with the references and callbacks, so if you need to pause your reading here, please follow the above link, then return here when finished. Welcome back. Last month, I had thought I said all that was necessary about my mother's life. I had concluded by hoping her burial would allow me to better understand my feelings about our time together. Perhaps today's post is part of that process. To be honest, some of my own feelings at the gravesite and afterwards came about due to how others reacted, as if I needed some catalyst to motivate my own thinking. The burial service was short and sparsely…