Please forgive this morbid post with Christmas just round the corner. This is not about angels and evergreens and shiny silver bells and big white drifts of snow.
I feel so sad, tears almost reaching my keyboard. I am about to drive to the cemetery in Paramus to deliver a little wreath Sis and I got for Dad's grave.
I know, the ones left behind remember the ones who went ahead. That's life, Dad used to say.
Hey Al, he'd say when he phoned me @ work, I made a little Christmas tree for the cemetery, you know, with some clippings from the tree. I'm going to drop it off today.
And off he'd go to put it on my mother's grave. She died in 1981 at 56, almost 57, and he had recently turned 58. He never remarried and as far as I know, never had a girlfriend, either. I should have been a monk, he sometimes said, because he enjoyed quiet and solitude so much.
Now it's my turn. I'm going alone. Sis is in Connecticut--when we went together, the gates were closed because darkness had fallen. H. is doing the last-minute scramble before our drive to Maine, but he will go with me after we return. Fig is in school. I don't want to leave for Maine until I've gone.
I don't have a little tree. Did not have the time or the heart to fashion one, though I probably should have. No, all I have is my heart and my mind and I think I will bring Sugar. That little scamp adored her grandfather so much.
Thank you for listening.
I feel so sad, tears almost reaching my keyboard. I am about to drive to the cemetery in Paramus to deliver a little wreath Sis and I got for Dad's grave.
I know, the ones left behind remember the ones who went ahead. That's life, Dad used to say.
Hey Al, he'd say when he phoned me @ work, I made a little Christmas tree for the cemetery, you know, with some clippings from the tree. I'm going to drop it off today.
And off he'd go to put it on my mother's grave. She died in 1981 at 56, almost 57, and he had recently turned 58. He never remarried and as far as I know, never had a girlfriend, either. I should have been a monk, he sometimes said, because he enjoyed quiet and solitude so much.
Now it's my turn. I'm going alone. Sis is in Connecticut--when we went together, the gates were closed because darkness had fallen. H. is doing the last-minute scramble before our drive to Maine, but he will go with me after we return. Fig is in school. I don't want to leave for Maine until I've gone.
I don't have a little tree. Did not have the time or the heart to fashion one, though I probably should have. No, all I have is my heart and my mind and I think I will bring Sugar. That little scamp adored her grandfather so much.
Thank you for listening.
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