This weeks photo is something I took last Sunday, this church is located in a small village that I used to live, a village that I dream to one day live in again, I have so many fond memories of this place which is called Stocking Pelham in Hertfordshire.
This church in fact is where five of my family are buried, my grandma used to take me here every weekend to place flowers at the grave of my aunt Carol and then to take a walk around it’s grounds and out into the countryside, when my grandma and grandad died they both have been buried in the same plot as Carol and from how everyone reacted to when Grandma died, everyone was glad not to have to go there anymore and I felt sad that her memory would just die and the graves here would go on forgotten about, so I asked my mum if she would take me there to place some flowers and clean it up a bit.
Part of me hoped that someone in my family would’ve swung by and placed something on the grave but it sat there, lonely and empty and I felt even more determined to keep my grandma’s legacy alive by visiting and caring for it.
With Amelia and Robin in tow, we placed flowers, walked around the grounds and visited great uncle Cuthbert and Gladys which we think was either granddads aunt or cousin but we aren’t sure..
It really made me stop and think and of course remember everyone who isn’t with us today, those who we wish could’ve been here and to always make sure to find the time to reflect on lost love ones.
Make time for your family.