THE ROSE AT THE CEMETRY

Mischa and I went to the cemetry Rheinhof in Leiden, we went with the bus, train and another bus. The last time we had been there was in 1997 at the funeral of my mother.
The cemetry has a simple system where you can put a name in at their site and then you find the number of the grave, a picture of it and an itinerary. A print to take with us and off we went. My sister had been some weeks ago at the same cemetery and had reported that to her big surprise she had not found the place where our father and mother had their resting place. I had just payed then the fee for the year and had phoned the next day to inform if something had changed that we had not been aware of. The man at the phone looked it up and said that the grave was still there and in good order.
We followed the itinerary and happily enough we had brought each an umbrella in case it would rain and suddenly it did and hard too. Hear the thundering we said, but later we discovered that the sound came from trucks at the road.
At the place were the grave should be we could not find it at all. The number we had was nowhere to be seen and in a way I remembered a different place where it should be. There had been trees nearby.
We walked all the rows and looked for the numbers. I checked the print and found that although the name J. de Rooy was ok, the date of his death 1995 did not agree on the paper, this was 1991.
Seeing this we decided to phone Piet Hein for help. First he could not find nor my father nor my mother at the search, then he did and went to explain how we could get there, seeing the map at the site and we following his direction on our print.
It was not that far away from where we stood. But the stone we did not see, but look it was covered with a wild rose and a gigantic lavender plant.
We found a bench and eat the sandwich we had with us. It was cold, very cold but there was much blue in the sky.
Back to the grave and I put two flowers on it and a lot of shells found at the beach.
After taking some pictures we walked back to the entrance and there was a sea of flower arrangements, some very beautiful and in one of them I found my rose with tears.

My haiku:

Far away the graves
Had their own life and quietness
Lavender and stone

And the proverb from the Old Testament, Job:

There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.