A Final Resting Place

My mom died a long time ago but I still miss her. During the weeks leading up to the annual Mother's Day holiday I seem to think about her more and catch myself talking to her. I don't go to the cemetery to visit her grave as often as I should. I really do not have a reason for not going and if I did it would be an excuse rather that a reason. I just believe my Mom knew how much I loved her and I don't feel I need to visit for her or God to know that! But it does bother me sometimes because I know she would have done anything for me. I doubt there are any rules for cemetery visiting, at least I've never seen any rules on that subject. But sometimes I feel a little bit selfish for not going to visit her grave.
There's something primal and healing about being able to touch a grave stone that touches the earth that touches the worldly remains of a loved one. Graves are about touching, which is more powerful than merely thinking about the deceased. Visiting my mother's grave, if only for a few minutes takes me out of myself and joins me to the faith that sustained her and now waits to sustain me.
Mother's Day is a powerful holiday for me. It's a day I think about souls being bound up in bond of eternal life along with all the holy and righteous in heaven. Maybe I am a little selfish but at least I am honest about it and Mom always said "Honesty is always the best policy"