We took these flowers to Mother's grave. I saw the lilies, and thought of Father's funeral. We were given stalks of flowers, and I was given a stalk with lilies. I stood holding the lily and thought of Andrew's funeral. I gasped the stalk unable to throw the lily into Father's grave.
An aunty whispered to me, throw the flower, give it to your Dad. My hand was immobolized. Eventually I threw it in because the extended family and friends had to wait for me before they could throw theirs.