My, my…What do we have here?
I’d like to think it was someone’s birthday and four friends or relatives came to celebrate, sing and raise one for their family member or friend.
Or maybe one person came and had a good time drinking four beers while talking and singing to their loved one.
Either way the empty beer bottles don’t bother me at all. At another location, people would regard the Heinekein bottles as trash and would be annoyed to find them laying the grass as litter. Not me. Other than creating work for the people who work at the cemetery, I like that people have been here, spending time in this place drinking beer, visiting someone they miss a lot and continuing with their rituals.
It is possible that a person or people were here drinking beer because they missed this person so much that they wanted to numb their sorrow. I totally get why you would want to do that. It is soooo tempting to want to give in to yet so short sighted.
I remember how I felt the day of my husband’s funeral. All I really wanted to do was drink martinis all day until I couldn’t feel anything. But numbing myself wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere. Numbing wouldn’t help me get any closer to healing or work to put me in a positive place in the long run. I know that once I came out of my haze, nothing would have changed. The person I loved is still gone and the pain is still there, waiting for me to work it out.
Whether we like it or not, loss is a part of life and grief is a totally natural response to loss. When people loose someone they love very much, they don’t know what to do when their special days come along. Some decide they will be closest to the person at the cemetary so they go to the cemetary to be close with the person, to hang out and mark a day that was special to them when they were alive.
There is no truth to the saying, “Out of sight. Out of mind.” The physical absence of someone doesn’t mean you stop thinking about that person when they die or that your need to feel close to them at particular times of the year also stops when they die.
I know someone who still bakes a cake on her father’s birthday even though he died years ago and for me, my son and I still hang my husband’s Christmas stocking on the fireplace right beside the others.
We all have our rituals to ease the pain and they are as unique as the loved ones we miss.
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