Mother's Day

I went to Mom's grave to visit her. Along the journey, I felt like she was still alive and we were just driving out of town to visit her. The only shit is that we can't see or feel her physically. It was a very funny feeling, sad and weird. I miss her and I sometimes wonder when I can be with her again. Then at this point, all those religious beliefs or disbeliefs flood the mind. Existence in this world becomes as weird as those thoughts I have that day.

Anyway, I bought her three very red carnations, which the florist taught me how to open up the buds, and a big very yellow chrysanthemum. The red carnations represented myself, my sister and my brother while the yellow chrysanthemum, my dad. All of us were there.