Joyful with those who wait in Hope.

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The second Tuesday after Pascha it is common for Orthodox to visit cemeteries to share the joy of Easter with the departed, just as Christ must have done when he “descended into Hades” first thing after His Resurrection. In our area it is a strong tradition among parishes and monasteries, and I learned to love this trip to the cemeteries early in my life as an Orthodox Christian.

Until this year I had only visited one of the many cemeteries that are included on this day, but now that my own husband lies “newly reposed” in different one, I wanted to go and sing “Christ is risen!” by his grave as well. Priests from two Orthodox churches arrived unintentionally at the same time and led the service right next to the yet unmarked grave of Mr. Glad. You can see the long rectangle where turf was replaced, in the center of this picture.PH cem 4-21-15

The cemetery where his body was laid is of the modern “endowed” sort. All of the grounds are kept up by the owners, paid for by the burial fees. This is the same cemetery that I first visited in 2012 and afterward wrote about in A Sleeping Place Is Blessed. Not two years later Mr. Glad realized it would be prudent to buy plots for us there.

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Up the road a few miles at the next stop, we were met by Nina who was waiting by the graves of both of her husbands. I saw on the marker that her first husband died when I was still a child. Through the oaks down the hill we could see a third priest praying with two women at one gravesite.

This cemetery is of the old and non-endowed sort, where you are lucky if once a year some community organization chops down the larger weeds. And there is concrete, lots of it, in big broken squares and rectangles of curbs and cracked slabs over and around family groupings. I had forgotten about the hilliness, and about this difficulty of standing and walking on uneven concrete surfaces, anFvl 2 flowers 15d my ankles began to hurt. Note to self: No Danskos next time.

Besides the concrete, in the unpaved areas there are often foxtails and dust. But flowers grow in the cracks even in drought, and the rockrose that was planted long ago (photo at top) is vigorous. Last year it was really hot on Radonitsa (the Slavic word for this Day of Joy) but today it was cool and drizzly, so our shoes got wet on the lawns.

We didn’t have a big crowd at any of the cemeteries. A different group showed up at each place, with the most people at the third one, including several nuns from a nearby monastery; and women originally from Bulgaria, Ukraine, and Russia, presumably because they are used to doing a similar thing in their countries. Yevhenia, my new friend from Ukraine (that’s a phonetic spelling of how I try to pronounce her name, a form of Eugenia) said that in her country they bring tables and chairs to the cemetery so that they don’t have to rush off, and they picnic on festal foods while they think a while longer about death and God. They like to leave food on the graves, too, for poor people to pick up later on.

When I came home and read again about the Day of Rejoicing, I found that “The Slavs, like many ancient peoples, had a tradition of visiting family members’ graves during the springtime and feasting together with them.” It was an easy custom to continue after their conversion to Christianity, a faith that gave them a truly joyful message to bring along with the food, about Christ’s life-giving death.

Hlds cem 15This third cemetery has a smooth endowed section with flat grave markers, down the hill from what is in this picture, and we all trailed over there on the paths between the large square plots, to finish the service near those newer graves. Not far off a group of three people we didn’t know was gathered around a gravesite that was heaped with flowers, one woman obviously weeping.

They watched and listened to us as we faced their direction and sang the Paschal Canon enthusiastically, and when Father walked around censing, and blessing the graves with holy water as he sang, he went as far as their spot and sprinkled water on it, too, just very naturally, but did not interrupt the service. When we finished we went to talk to them; the woman’s mother had died. Maybe the two men were her husband and son. She kept telling us, “Thank you!” through her tears, and we exchanged hugs and repeated greetings of “Christ is risen!”

Some of us had colored eggshells left over from Pascha, to sprinkle on the graves. I didn’t have anything like that for Mr. Glad’s grave but a friend shared his with me. I hope to be ready next year, as I’ve conceived a plan, to make use of the blooms of our big snowball bush (viburnum) which are usually at their peak about this time. On the graves of those awaiting the Resurrection, they would be a lovely adornment.

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9 thoughts on “Joyful with those who wait in Hope.

  1. I love that your church tends the gravesites together!

    I was amazed when we moved to OK that statewide the families get together and tend the graves on Memorial Day. Bob and I went and checked on his parents’ site where his marker is also. They even have attendants who help you find the site and pass out water. My friends take this time to get together with other family members and remember those who have passed on. Many of them travel all over OK. They’re committed. It’s not a morbid creepy time. Sometimes sad but also a celebration.


    1. I forgot to mention that several of the women helped the nuns to pull weeds around the grave with the rockrose, which is where the founder of their monastery is buried. They had brought garden tools and a container to carry off anything they removed. I wonder if I could hook up with a group on Memorial Day to do a similar work around the whole of that section….

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  2. My church in Ottawa has cemetery day in later May on a Sunday and a cemetery clean up day before that (it’s the church’s cemetery) and we always bring food and stay the day and picnic; it is truly a visit with those who have gone before us and wonderful to sing Christ is Risen to them! We are still praying for you daily in your grief….


  3. This is a very touching post…..People do tend graves in the US on Memorial Day (Often with branches from Snow Ball Bushes and you can read about this in the beginning of Maud Hart Lovelace’s book Emily of Deep Valley) but it seems nothing like what I have seen when I’ve lived in Europe. One of my most beautiful memories is going to the little country cemetery in Hungary where my husband’s grandmother is buried on all Saints Eve and seeing little candle lights all over the cemetery where family groups had gathered around the graves of their loved one. But I have not seen this sort of spring gathering that you are describing and I find the idea very beautiful and meaningful.


  4. What a very lovely tradition. And those mourners were certainly blessed by your presence there.

    I am a new reader; have been reading for a little while, but didn’t want to intrude during this time. I do want to say how sorry I was to hear of the loss of your husband.

    Blessings, Deborah


  5. This is the first I have heard of this touching tradition and I really like it. It sounds like it is organized with people showing up with you and I esp like that part, just the feeling of community and sharing breaking into your private grief. I went to the grave with my half sister a year after another sister passed away. I don’t know either of them well, and we didn’t sing, but there was something very sweet about it. I think I will purpose to do this more where possible.


  6. This is beautiful to read, GJ, thank you. It sounds like such a peaceful thing to do. Somehow, it was hard for me to see the rectangle of grass that your husband’s grave. It is hard to imagine even his body in that sod, much as we all know that is our common end. I am glad you are managing and are able to visit, and sing!, and think of plans for next year. Love you.


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