The Grave Side Chat…
Posted March 8, 2012on:
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Well, she is now deep in the freezing cold ground. I say freezing cold, because a lovely winter storm blew up during the night. The day dawned beautiful; clear blue sky, skiff of snow and FREEZING.
The cemetery, or to be more precise, the Semitaph?; (the portion of the graveyard where they lay war veterans). She herself never went to war, but her husband, my father-in-law was in WWII and is a decorated officer. There was very little arm-twisting to allow her to be laid to rest in a plot that will eventually hold them both, apartment style.
The walk, in sneakers, about two minutes. In heels, fifteen. Add the uneven gravel lane, and praise God for the cold weather and the frozen ground, or a muddy-mess it would have been.
We arrived graveside and gathered round the small, square hole. We said a few words; the most poignant from my step-nephew-in-law as he recalled how ‘Grandmum’ had accepted them (he, and his sister) into the family and always treated them as if they belonged and had loved and accepted his child as the first great-grandkid. They had come into the family via two divorces and a remarriage.
That was it. Everyone then trooped back to the house; Grandpa’s, now. We chatted for a few minutes and then parted and went our separate ways. Very unemotional. Very, almost like, you don’t know why they bothered with a ‘service’? Not a religious one, that wouldn’t have been appropriate, but some kind of structure or direction would have been appreciated by all of us. Everyone kept turning to me to ask, “Now what?” or “What are we supposed to do now?” Sorry guys, I ain’t the one in charge…
So, now, life goes on. Grandpa is adjusting to peace and quiet. It surprised him how much he misses “the old gal”. The grandkids are already discussing bringing the great-grandkids over to visit. Grandpa’s going to like that. He’s even talking about taking the trip he’s always wanted to do, but never could. I think he’s going to be okay. I know the rest of us will be.
Now, how to secure a passport for him and get those tickets bought so we can surprise him for his next birthday?
I promise, tomorrow I’ll write about something different…unless something so asinine happens that I just have to spout off about it…