No Crying on Sundays

The Tears that Fall

As the rain gradually ceased, leaves danced and twirled in the wind, gracefully adorning the footpath. Gabriela, her face hidden beneath the hood of her windbreaker, walked with a hushed demeanor towards that one headstone in the family cemetery.

Gabriela's heart felt heavy as she approached the familiar headstone, her footsteps echoing in the quietness of the cemetery. Memories flooded her mind, each one a bittersweet reminder of the person she had lost. She gently brushed her fingers against the cold stone, tracing the engraved name with a mixture of sadness and longing. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a sense of solace and comfort, as if nature itself were offering its condolences.

Kneeling gracefully, Gabriela delicately retrieved a petite bouquet of untamed blossoms from her pocket. With utmost care, she artfully arranged the vibrant wildflowers atop the solemn headstone, each bloom serving as a poignant symbol of a cherished memory. A profound sorrow weighed heavily on Gabriela's heart as she softly murmured words of love and gratitude, acutely aware that her gestures could never truly capture the profound depth of her emotions.

Nevertheless, in this serene moment of introspection, she sought solace in the exquisite beauty of the wildflowers and the poignant recollections they evoked. Gabriela's mind wandered back to the countless moments she had shared with her beloved mother, each memory etched deeply within her soul. As she gazed at the wildflowers, their vibrant colors seemed to mirror the kaleidoscope of emotions she had experienced throughout their time together. The delicate petals whispered stories of laughter, tears, and unspoken words, reminding her of the profound connection they had shared.

flashback, Samyra's last moment on earth..........

Archangel Azrael traverses the illumined calcite and clear quartz path leading towards the tropically coloured and fragrant garden. He has been called upon for guidance, His light energy would be engulfing his new companion towards her path, homeward bound. She was standing in her Hospice room disconnected from the body she had lived within, lain peacefully with her favourite crocheted blanket covering the sheet, she saw her countenance as the last residue of her bodies memory that had been racked with pain, and the morphine providing only small relief had left a void of leaving her loved ones, behind.

Her distraught daughter Gabriela and husband Dayne, a mere bed width apart, consumed by grief, refused to offer solace to one another. Meanwhile, at the doorway, Samyra's son-in-law, Mark, held her precious granddaughter, Tammiel, gently weeping against his shoulder. In this poignant tableau, the air was heavy with unspoken emotions. Gabriela's tear-stained face mirrored the anguish that gripped her soul. Dayne, his eyes filled with sorrow,  unable to find words of comfort. Mark, his voice choked with sadness, softly whispering words of reassurance to Tammiel, as if trying to shield her from the weight of the moment. Samyra, trapped in the realm between life and death, felt an overwhelming desire to break free from her slumber. She yearned to reach out and embrace her family, to let them know that her love for them was boundless.

In that moment, Samyra knew deep within her soul that this arrived presence had come to guide her home. As she turned her gaze towards her beloved family, her eyes met those of her granddaughter, Tammiel, affectionately known as Tammy. Tammy's voice echoed through the room, brimmingwith innocence and awe, as she exclaimed, "Mamma, Nanny's angel is here! He has come to take her to heaven".

With a surge of determination, Tammy broke free from her father's embrace and darted towards the bed. Tenderly, she pressed her lips against her grandmother's forehead, a final act of love. Tammy then meticulously straightened the folded portion of the sheet over the blanket, as if ensuring her grandmother's utmost comfort. In her tiny hands, she cradled a delicate rose, plucked from their cherished garden, and gently placed it within her grandmother's fragile grasp.