Nows and Forevers

My mother, Harriet (Davies) Shelton, died 30 years ago today. She was 48 years old.

Today, I drove six hours to her hometown of West Pittston, Pennsylvania, to visit her resting place and to put flowers in her memory at the First United Methodist Church. Here she was baptized, confirmed and, after many years of living around the world, it’s where we had her memorial service. She’s buried, with her parents and grandparents, a few blocks away.

Thirty years gone but never far from my heart.