When I was in 3rd grade (I think), we read a short story in our reader called “Hannah is a Palindrome.” I did a Google search for that story, and all I really found were blog or message board posts by others commenting that they too had read the story in elementary school.

I am not entirely sure why that story has stuck with me the way it has through the years. I just remember really liking it when we read it. I also remember a couple days after we read it, we had a substitute teacher. I’m pretty sure she went home in tears that day, and when our teacher returned she made us write a paper about what happened when the substitute was there. For some reason, I clearly remember describing the chaos in the classroom as being like we were living in the world of Hannah in “Hannah is a Palindrome.”

Funny the things that stick with a person. I can’t tell you what I ate two days ago, but I remember that paper vividly.

Ever since then, though, I’ve known what a palindrome is, and I’ve taken great pride in that knowledge.

From Merriam-Webster:

noun \ˈpa-lən-ˌdrōm\
a word, verse, or sentence (as “Able was I ere I saw Elba”) or a number (as 1881) that reads the same backward or forward

As a result, I found this Pin on Pinterest to be a lot funnier than I probably should have. I seem to recall laughing a good five minutes when I saw it, and then another five when I repinned it.

I’m such a nerd. And I know it. And here I have shared it… my love for Palindromes.

I did, did I?

But not forgotten…

At the end of Forrest Gump, Forrest leaves a letter for Jenny from their son at her grave. A message from son to his mother who he could no longer hug and run to when he scraped his knee or got into a fight with a classmate.

Yesterday, my parents and I visited the cemetery where all of my grandparents are buried. We put fresh flowers on their graves, and we paid our respects, taking a moment to think of them. To remember them.

I noticed on the grave beside one set of my grandparents’ was a card. My curiosity got the best of me, and I had to open it and see what it said. (I asked the woman it was left for to forgive me for reading her mail, much to everyone’s amusement, I am sure.) It was a birthday card, and it was at that moment I noticed the date on the headstone said March 23rd as date of birthday.

The note at the bottom of the card, below the Happy Birthday and “We miss you, Mom” made me both smile and tear up…

 All God Promised

“Hope it’s all God promised.”

Even if you don’t believe in God, you wish peace for those who have passed away, and, within that, I feel like that line summed up everyone’s feelings about their loved ones who have passed away. I put the card back just as I found it. I loved that the family left that for her, and I hoped they would know that I read it out of respect and compassion.

It was a highlight of my day.

It might sound weird, but I hope it was a highlight of the mother’s day as well… wherever she may be after death… that she feels the love of her family, and that they, too, feel her love and peace as well.