The Sun in My Eyes

I was driving into the sunset (omen) with a grave figurine in the back seat of my rented SUV.  I headed toward the cemetery where my  in laws and Dad are buried.  I held my tears in check and pulled into the shadowy street close to their graves.  I parked and gingerly stepped my way toward the headstone. The newly placed granite vases stood like silent sentinels guarding the fragile memories that flitted and flittered in the sinking sun.

I was walking to my car when I saw a small car snaking up the street.  Someone called my name and I saw her hazily through my misty eyes; The sweet woman who sold me the vases for my dads headstone.  She asked me how I was doing and I told her I was upset because I was alone and wandering among so many unfinished stories-life is just that way.  It can be such a mean street. 

She told me about loosing her dad and how she has never returned to the grave.  I guess life goes on and rumbles over everything in the way.