In Loving Memory

I visited the grave of a loved one this morning in a huge downpour. It's quite a trek to get there from here, but I was met by a very kind friend who lives in a nearby town to the village I needed to visit. She drove me the last part of the way.

Miraculously. the rain stopped just as we got out of the car. I was able to cut back some of the huge lavender plant  to make enough room to install my pot of yellow rosebuds. 

A quiet moment of reflection and silent communication and the sun came out.

What is death, but a mere passing on to gentler and bluer skies?

Update on Sunday morning:
For some reason, the quality of the photo of the pot of yellow rosebuds was so inferior, that I replaced, here on Blipfoto, with the red rose I had purchased to put next to a photo here in my home, to honour the memory of the person whose grave I visited yesterday.