The sextons replaced the sod, arranged the floral sprays atop the mound, and then gathered the gleanings. Flowers strewn by the wind picked up (by them) and put in the bronze vase secured to the headstone that sat just beneath the cross.
Leftovers. Flowers and thoughts---not morbid, just remembrances. Flowers of all sorts. Predominantly pink. (soft and gentle as both Mommar’s skin and her spirit) Roses Abounding... (Mommar always stopped to smell the roses, literally and figuratively, even when she lost her sense of smell......
White and yellow lilies, so often used to symbolize the restoration of the soul, were in abundance, (Mrs. “Lilies,” instead of Liles, the mispronouncing of her name through the years)
Stargazers, noted for their heavenly scent, are a great word picture for Mommar, who loved the open skies of JoAnn Road. White roses, a symbol of honor. She honored her loved ones as she served them throughout her life.
Our gleanings of these remembrances will continue to honor her.