We visited the cemetary today. The plaque and granite pillar was installed by the City, along with the beautiful, deeply engaging epitaph Dad had requested. We lovingly placed a few flowers, including a rose each, at Dad’s, Grandpa Reade’s, and Grandma Reade’s graves, and took time to remember – remembering and honouring their beautiful, giving lives, the beautiful hearts gave us so many reasons for thanks on so many past Thanksgivings. We remembered all the beautiful dinners we shared together, the deep conversations, the lighthearted laughter.
Last visit to South Haven we were almost wiped off this planet by a speeding car going through a dead red as we turned on a green turning arrow. Less than 2 seconds separated us from life and death, from travelling to the undiscovered country. Yet still I type, for another day. It was a sobering reminder of how tenuous and gossamer this life we lead truly is.
The sun is low in October, despite visiting at solar noon. We aren’t sure if we will be able to make the drive out during winter. Cold temperatures and snowy, icy roads tend to keep us close to home.
We made the best of the visit. The shadows cast long across the ground, and indeed, my heart.
