I walked that ground for an hour or more. Searching.... imploring...
That's what the old man asked. What makes a young one so interested in things so old? he asked. The heat in my cheeks choked off my breath, bubbled up, boiled over and cascaded down in raging salt rivers. Because she meant so much to him.
Sonny, they called him. To me, he was Pawpaw.
He was the oldest in his family of eight and he remembered that littlest one all the days of his life. He told me about her, only 16 months old eating oranges with her older sister. He told me about the terrible bacterial infection she contracted that racked her little body with sickness in the days before antibiotics. He told me about the mental and psychological anguish his mother went through after giving that little child back to God and how she left the family for a time, checking into a hospital in order to heal her heart and her mind. But it wasn't until Shortcake was about that age and was hospitalized with a severe bacterial infection that his words echoed in my heart. Only... he was no longer there on the other end of the phone when I went seeking help. I still begged for his help, whatever help he could offer. If he was reunited with Vivian in Heaven that together they would intercede for my little Shortcake. The prayers and the medicine worked and in three days her little hospital gown was packed away, now only a distant memory.
We said goodbye and the kindly man climbed into the truck as white as his hair, probably scratching his head. He had asked a few more questions but I still think he was a bit befuddled by the pools of sadness in my eyes. He promised me that he would keep my information tucked into his record book and it would be known for all who cared to know that two of the almost 40 unmarked graves belonged to Vivian and her Aunt Helen.
The girls decided to brave the frigid wind and help me place some flowers on the graves of strangers since our search had been for naught. We divided up the sunshine and pumpkin flowers between a few different graves, saying a prayer for each one we passed.
|A. E. Whiteley|
Someone who dreamed of Hollywood in 1938.
|Ella and William Fagan|
With frozen fingers, I snapped this memory and sent it off to the one person I know who can join it with her mental pictures and see if it matches. I am still waiting for her response.
In my heart, I know there is a chance that it is not the resting place of that little one so dear to him who was so dear to me. But maybe...
Whatever the answer, we offered our prayers for all the Holy Souls who sleep in Christ and wait for their time of perfection to be complete so that they may bask in the glory of the Beatific Vision where hopefully they will intercede for us still struggling and remembering...
Still praying that you find the right resting place. It would be nice to have a happy conclusion to your lovely story.ReplyDelete
BTW, it's pretty chilly here too. I actually needed a sweater in the day time. Autumn finally making its debut of the year?
Prayers for all your souls today, lost and found. We'll all be together...one day.ReplyDelete
What a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing your journey with us.ReplyDelete
God Bless you for your perseverance!ReplyDelete
I was thinking of you when the storms rolled in. Please keep us updated on this.ReplyDelete
Beautiful, Charlotte. How good of you all to pray for the dead.ReplyDelete
chills - and not just from the rain and the nip in the air. lovely. and how wonderful for your children to share in this beautiful, bittersweet quest. And how sweet of you all to place flowers on others graves, that no soul should be forgotten.ReplyDelete
Beautiful story, Charlotte. Thank you for sharing it with us.ReplyDelete
Oh Charlotte! I hope you have found the spot. I'll keep praying for you.ReplyDelete
That was a great piece. Thanks for writing and sharing. I hope that marker is the one. Praying for you to have peace about this.:)ReplyDelete
your post made my day. we all need to be this way. remembering those whom our ancestors loved. keeping the connection, or , as in your case, re-finding the connection. what a beautiful day you and your children must have had. thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
My great aunt is in the process of moving right now so she doesn't have internet access. I sent it to her daughter's email account and she is going to try to get over there to see it in the next day or two.
Oh this is so beautiful
I was so touvhed and had tears