Clovers
It’s been 34 months and 3 days since I’ve heard my son’s voice.
Anyone who has read this page for very long knows that I love clover. When I was a child, my mother would make us necklaces out of clover flowers while we played in our yard.
Every year when I visited my Mother’s grave, I would sit on the grass, pull clover blooms from her graveside and make her a necklace. While I did this, I would tell her about my boys.
One year the grounds keeper killed all of the clover, and I wept on my Mother’s grave because I couldn’t make her one. I told my boys about it, and when Mother’s day came that year, I found a clover necklace on my breakfast tray. I’ve had one every year since.
After Corey died, I found out he was the one that made my necklace every year.
Why am I bringing this up?
We went to see Corey and my mom for Memorial day.
If you look at the pictures I took today, you can see there is ONLY ONE place in the entire area that has clover flowers growing.
They were growing by Corey’s headstone!!
Sometimes I believe he is still with me. Today I didn’t hear him speak, but he gave me the gift of tradition.
I cleaned their headstones off, made them both a clover necklace, and wept in Bob’s arms.
Thanks Corey! I needed that!
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