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It’s that time of the year again, a time that marks another year where my husband and I especially on this day, the 5th November 2015, take a drive to Fawkner Memorial Park to pay our respects to the memory of our son. Over the last five years, each of these days have been strangely beautiful amongst the extraordinary array of fully bloomed roses. Each year signifies, that our choice of Memorial Park to place our son’s ashes was the right choice, as it serves as our quiet place to think of Ben and how much we miss him so. To ponder about, what it would have been like, if he was still here with us today!
Upon our arrival at Fawkner Memorial Park, and as I was alighting from the car and walking across towards Ben’s Plaque and then through the wonderful array of fully bloomed roses, I was taken aback by the rain drenched roses. I had never seen roses so full of water and one rose in particular looked like there were tears falling from its heart! The rain drops appeared to me like it was crying…
I found myself saying out loud to my husband “Look, the roses look like they are crying…”. It felt profound to make such a statement and perhaps it was just a reflection of how I felt in my own heart right at that particular moment. On my return, I wrote the below poem to mark the 6th anniversary of my boy’s death.
Title: “Crying Roses…” Poem
It’s raining and the roses look like they are crying. Perhaps they know we are here amongst the ones who were once dying. Both my husband and I stop and sit in silence, thinking about our loss and leaning on one another with great reliance. It’s been 6 years now since the passing of our son. We often think why -- why did he have to be the one. It’s now time to stand and walk a little amongst the rain drenched roses, and I seek my dear husband’s guidance to do some poses for each year we make this pilgrimage to remember and always on the 5th of November. A coffee and cake we share where conversation is mostly spare then it’s back home and a chat with our daughter, the one we now look towards, in our family, to be the mortar. How precious she is to both of us and our endless love for her will always be a must. Poem © Karen Robinson - November 2015
Photo-taking has been what I have done most of my life, the recording of special family moments! And I have always taken photos on these days. I learned that taking photos is just so important, they serve the memory well when loved ones have passed, when the memory begins to fail and for further generations to ponder over and wonder…
It’s another day now and the sun has come out and dried up all the rain … time to go out and play, rejoice and enjoy the one and only life we get to live…
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