Michael and I have had an extraordinary week. Truly. Beyond the ordinary. On Sunday we bought ourselves a lovely trip to Mexico, Cabo San Lucas, sparing no expense - who gets to do that, really? Feb. 14th to 19th. A lovely spot - Villa La Estancia, warm sunny sand, margaritas, and books, swimming, etc. The view from the beach is a lovely rock formation called El Arco.
Today, we booked another sunny spot - or it is in the summer time anyhow. Norway Cemetery, Oak Hill, Line 12, plot #3. A lovely spot for me and Mike to both rest our bones (plus room for 6 more in cans! if you're interested, gimme a call!! Bribes welcome - not too many plots left - must be willing to be cremated post-departure, just sayin). Of course, we HAD to have the chat about who gets to be on top - Mike beat me to the punch, cheekily unable to resist. There really is nothing like good old gallows humour...
With a lovely view back towards our street, the spot looks through a line of old oaks. Hard by the Vets part of the cemetery. I admit, I thought of taking the camera and doing some goofy stuff, posing, etc, but the weather sucks today, and I thought better of it. Didn't want to get the camera wet. The appropriateness of photographic silliness of such things, well, who cares!? I am free from such burdens as caring about shit like that, unfettered, if you will. I can see Brian and Luc raising their hands to the air in despair at the thought of this! Aaah!
The very practical boy at the cemetery (he was lovely, really, a natural in his job, and so young!) noted the view, and that this is a great part of the grounds. We have often walked through this cemetery, since it is literally, across the street from us, and it really is a lovely place. I used to walk both Owen and Naomi around there with friends, with our tots in strollers.
So boy told us a tale of the fellow who lives on one of the streets nearby, and how he picked his spot between two trees, one with five major branches, and one with two. His house # is 52. Karmic placement? Perhaps.
It feels right, because it is. We now have one logistical issue solved. It is a beautiful spot. I lament sometimes that I am so far from people I have known who have passed on, because visiting them is out of the question. My grandparents (all of them, UK), father-in-law, Gord (Delhi, ON), an aunt, Aggie (UK), and a dear friend John (Ottawa). Leaving Ottawa for Toronto meant leaving him behind and it was hard.
We are thinking of a marble bench - for people to come and sit on and visit. Possibly planting a lovely shrub. (Shrubbery....We are the Knights Who Say Ni!)
And that is the view from here. Not as maudlin as you'd think. Sad, but then, as the boy in the cemetery said, "Well, we all need somewhere."