Epilogue 1

In Loving Memory Of:

Lydia-Marie James Mitchell. Loving wife and mother.

March 5, 1979-June 30, 2014

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Once met, never forgotten. Uncompromisingly unique. Generous of heart, constant of faith.

Remembered with love.

I read the writings displayed on my mother's gravestone. I look at the orchids that I brought, before I laid it on the grave. She loved all flowers, but orchids were her favourite. I looked over at the grave beside hers. It was my father's. She was buried right beside him and for some reason, I know that they were both happy.

It was a Saturday, the fifth of March, her birthday. It has now been a tradition to visit her grave on her birthday to bring a different flower. It has been three years since she passed, so it was now her third birthday not spent alive. I still miss her a lot, but I know she wouldn't want me to be sad forever. She would want me to move on with my life and be happy.

After spending a couple more minutes with my mother and father, I walked over to