Haibun (cemetery)

[eiken]

Tramore cemetery, high above the sea on a gusty August day, I searched for my grandparent’s grave. It had been years since I had visited and when I found their resting place, I traced their names on the headstone and wept as happy memories flooded my mind. I knelt on the grassy verge, spoke to my grandmother, told her what I needed to do. With my bare hands, I dug under the gravel, into the soil. I took a plastic bag from my pocket, scattered my father’s ashes into the grave, laying him to rest with his parents.

cemetery walls
shelter
from the storm

[Brigid Briton]

Oh, eiken,

What a sad, bitter-sweet reunion. Thank you for sharing this very touching private moment with us.

Brigid

[Neal Allen (snowtracks)]

What a moving narration Eiken. You must miss them all very much and particularly your Dad. I'm sure he is at peace now where you have laid him to rest.