At the Cemetery: Stones & Tears
As Jews, we carry not flowers, but stones to the cemetery. Flowers are beautiful but death is not — so we bring stones so as to be realists, so as not to gloss over the harshness and pain.
Our hearts are still torn – even as the years and decades may dull the searing sting.
Each stone holds stories…
of a parent’s or grandparents’ love for their child or grandchild, tragically stolen from this world in the wrong order, turning their lives upside down in a way that it may one day be better, but will never be completely right.
of a spouse losing their soul mate and best friend — a bond built over decades suddenly broken, leaving the living with a desperate longing, half their life and half of themselves feel gone.
Stones marking friendships that sustained, parents who unconditionally loved, mentors who inspired, leaders who awed, humble people who loved and lived their best lives.
Stones hold tears. Of broken hearts. Of broken families. Of broken lives.
Yet stones can become smooth and grief can soften.
We leave the stones and we live.
We do not bring flowers but stones to the cemetery. Stones always remain as does our love.
[Image by Rainhard Wiesinger]