There truly are some beautiful souls out there. My mum passed away 50 years ago when I was just 11 years old but not a day goes by when she’s not in my thoughts. She was buried in our hometown of Orange NSW despite us having moved to Qld. Over the years I have only been able to visit a few times and now with extremely limited mobility it’s even harder. A lovely lady named Tracy was putting flowers on random graves when she visited her brother at the cemetery. I asked if she’d lay a flower for mum from us. She very kindly did so. Means the world to me.
Credit: Sue Hancock