My mother’s ashes were distributed and interred months ago. We finally have her memorial marker in place, between the stones for her parents and her sister (still living).
I selected the rose because her mother Gladys, has gladiolus and her sister Violet has violets. I don’t know that my mother had a favorite flower, but I think she liked roses.
The ace of spade represents her nearly lifelong passion for the game of bridge. When we were sitting at the Granite Works, trying to figure out what to put on the marker, I remembered one of my friends plays bridge. I called her on the cell and was lucky enough to catch her so I could ask how best to commemorate a bridge player.
I don’t really know whether Mom would appreciate having a memorial marker. I know she would have said to not do it and it would probably make her angry to know that I did it anyway. But I didn’t do it for her. I did it for those of us who are still here, who thought it would be a shame for her to just vanish without something to say she was on this earth.
I would hope that she would be secretly pleased, but I can never know.