Right until the end, my late Mum was always very houseproud.
She would make no comment when visiting my home but, each time she left, I would find her initials 'MRI' in the dust, and in a different place from the previous visit.
On the day of her funeral, I paused by the coffin in the churchyard, before her body was finally laid to rest. It seemed a day for smiling with thanks, rather than just tears.
Something made me turn and place myself between the coffin and the others congregated there. I spontaneously picked up some loose earth, and gently scattered it along the wood, before inserting my own initials.
As I did that, a shaft of light came through a cloud, directly onto my head and the wood of the coffin.
A coincidence surely, but with it came a smile..........
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