My mother places flowers on my father’s tomb. Our ceremony is simple. We come with candles and flowers. My mother packs a whole bag of food. We sit on the benches and eat. We pray together at the tomb. We put stones and dried leaves on the tomb to mark our visit. We have separate conversations with my father. We take pictures. We walk around the cemetery, this place that one day we will all call, “home.”
Album: Family
Date: March 7th, 2010
