Time passes quickly and sooner or later we arrive, we cross the street to choose some flowers; purple lilacs; and head back over to visit my mother. We pass the corrugated iron gates and walk down the long path, crisscrossing in between trees and bushes. We find my mother's little section, her grave stone never changes. The same words carved in each time, the same flowers laid gently across the dirt patch and the same sadness that floats around, choking the still air.
We sit there for a few minutes just staring at the stone and talking to her, I never really understood death when she passed I was only five but death didn't bother me, I guess nothing really bothers a five year old except when toys are on sale.
My mother had so called died of natural causes but I believe to differ, she was young and healthy, never sick. Her death still remains as a mystery with me and I assume my Dad too. I think about all the memories we had, we didn't have many, mostly ones when I was a baby meaning I don't have any vivd memories of her; I scan her gravestone reading the engraved writing over and over when I see it. One of the bouquets of flowers contains some red roses but tied to one of the stems is a small paper card, while my Dad isn't looking I reach across and read the note:
It's a test.
Wake up.
Die.
What? Is the only thing I can think, who? Why? What? Who would leave this? And why?
I think about all the possible reasons and try to unravel the strange message before my Dad says it's time to go. I say my goodbyes and quickly fold the card into my pocket, I shove both my hands into my pockets to protect the note from falling out as we head towards the car.
We hop into the car as it starts to drizzle, the raindrops landing on the car as we sit in side.
I watch as the raindrops slowly drip down the window like a race, they continue to race down the side and slide off onto the car. The drive passes quietly as once again we sit in silence as the radio hums in between us.
