Her grave had no marking.  It was wedged between two esteemed others.  Visibly only by a gap and indentation.

It was raining that day, I'll never forget.  Embarrassed by how long it had been since I returned, I locked myself down in the car seat.

A tall willow tree swaying over your grave seemed to lure me out of my car.  Suddenly I found myself standing on the spot where you lay.

A flood of tears, and gitters uttered forth as I fell to the ground sobbing.  I watered your grave with my tears that day.  A pain in my heart caused me to gasp repeatedly.

Then it happened.  A soft white thick cloud of dandelion seeds appeared over my head and gently falling down, each one kissing my face.  I instantly stopped crying because I was utterly amazed.  And a smile replaced my frown, remembering you knew how much I loved these floating fairy wings.

I'd gather them from near and far in order to sit on your porch and blow them into the wind, making a wish on each and every one.

You confirmed, you were with me then, and now.  And you always will be.

Rest peacefully my beloved Ida Mae.  You will forever be cherished and remembered.