The Lawn Mower, A Rock, and The Cemetery

This week is kind of a tough one. My sister’s anniversary of her passing from Ovarian Cancer  is always bitter sweet. It’s a time when I think about fun memories that make me smile, but also a time when I miss her so immensely. Being that it’s fall and also my favorite time of year though, I thought I’d lighten it up a bit from yesterday’s post with a story about my sister that makes me laugh. Maybe you’ll get a giggle out of it, too.

Are you wondering what the lawn mower, a rock and the cemetery have in common?

The day after my sister’s funeral I went to the cemetery. Things felt like a whirlwind and I really didn’t know what was next. It’s that whole stages of grief thing. I went to her grave and knelt down, tears were flowing and I was having my moment. My moment though was filled with utter annoyance because the gardener was there mowing the lawn with a giant lawn mower right near me and right in the middle of my moment with my sister.

I tried to ignore it but he was zooming around, cutting the grass with his obnoxious machine and then it happened…. a direct hit. I was shot. Yep, shot right in the a*s with a rock!

I jumped straight into the air, looked around and saw the gardener driving away. I don’t think he noticed what happened. I went from sobbing to cracking up.

I knew in that moment it was my sister kicking my butt, telling me to stop crying and sending her message to me to get a move on.

So, that’s what I’ve done over the last 4 years. Life keeps moving. I recognize that, but I will always continue to honor her because she was so special to so many. She continues to inspire even those who didn’t know her personally.

Onward and upward I go. I know she would have wanted it that way.