HIS LOVE IS HEALING ME

SEBASTIAN AFTER A YEAR… The air was cool and fresh as the rain fell slightly from the sky. Now there was another place where I found tranquility, my mother’s grave. I was looking at her resting place as an end to her story here with us and a beginning of a new one in the afterlife. A cold gravestone could never mark her glorious life. She was my support throughout everything.  “Your mother is very proud of you, Bash,” Teresa said in a warm voice, placing fresh peonies on her grave. “Right, Dorothea? Grandma is very proud of us all,” and she took the little girl in her arms. She giggled, caressing Teresa’s cheek. My little girl! “Let’s go! I want to visit another grave…” I braced myself for the avalanche of mixed feelings. We didn’t place her in the family’s tomb, but she deserved a proper burial. I walked lightly through the graves to the end of the line. Teresa and our baby girl were quietly following me. And then I saw he was there too. He had no choice but still he was suffering. “N