Obnoxious and Tasteful
"I want something big and obnoxious," I thought. "It'll guarantee that my kids won't be in this position whenever I die."
That was me at the cemetery yesterday. One of my grade school teachers passed away, and since the funeral home was literally 2 blocks away from the cemetery, I figured I'd drop by. The cemetery is pretty overwhelming. There are multiple entrances and exits, there are multiple "streets" that wind around curves and up hills. Sometimes the only thing that distinguishes one part from the other is if the headstone lies on the ground or "sits up straight". (It's early in the morning. Give me a break.) So I drove in, and relied on instinct. And eventually stopped the car and started looking. After about 5 minutes, I moved the car to a different section, and kept looking. And looking and looking. The last time I was at the cemetery, they still hadn't put the headstone down, so I was just looking for a small marker with her name. And of course, the last time I was there, 8 of us were looking for her, and it took a few minutes. So, it's not all that surprising that I was traipsing around the cemetery for awhile. After about 15 minutes I called my brother who didn't answer, but my sister did. She gave me her version of directions, which I'm pretty sure took me to the exact same place. So I just went down a street, and kept looking. Eventually I called my dad, who told me that the headstone maker people sent him a proof last week (seriously, this seems like a long time. April - August...too long in my book) and that her small marker was run over by a lawn mower. A friend delivered it to the house just so my dad knew. So we have a general idea of where she should be, but not the exact location.
This still leads me back to my obnoxious headstone that I'd like when I die. So my kids (and other random people who want to drop by) can find me easily. Cemeteries are daunting! There's a ton of people there, and you need to make sure that you don't step on their headstone, cause that'd be rude, but sometimes you're walking and then realize you're in a headstone row. Ooops. (For the record this did not happen yesterday, but I'm kinda surprised that it didn't.) And of course you have to read each headstone and wonder if you knew that person, because that last name sounds very familiar. Of course, my favorite was the couple who had a headstone with their names and birth years, but no death date. The headstone didn't look all that particular, so my guess is they're taking care of business before anything happens. MG said it's one way for me to make sure I get what I want. So right now, I'd like an obnoxious but tasteful headstone. Just to help all those people trying to drop by and say hi.
That was me at the cemetery yesterday. One of my grade school teachers passed away, and since the funeral home was literally 2 blocks away from the cemetery, I figured I'd drop by. The cemetery is pretty overwhelming. There are multiple entrances and exits, there are multiple "streets" that wind around curves and up hills. Sometimes the only thing that distinguishes one part from the other is if the headstone lies on the ground or "sits up straight". (It's early in the morning. Give me a break.) So I drove in, and relied on instinct. And eventually stopped the car and started looking. After about 5 minutes, I moved the car to a different section, and kept looking. And looking and looking. The last time I was at the cemetery, they still hadn't put the headstone down, so I was just looking for a small marker with her name. And of course, the last time I was there, 8 of us were looking for her, and it took a few minutes. So, it's not all that surprising that I was traipsing around the cemetery for awhile. After about 15 minutes I called my brother who didn't answer, but my sister did. She gave me her version of directions, which I'm pretty sure took me to the exact same place. So I just went down a street, and kept looking. Eventually I called my dad, who told me that the headstone maker people sent him a proof last week (seriously, this seems like a long time. April - August...too long in my book) and that her small marker was run over by a lawn mower. A friend delivered it to the house just so my dad knew. So we have a general idea of where she should be, but not the exact location.
This still leads me back to my obnoxious headstone that I'd like when I die. So my kids (and other random people who want to drop by) can find me easily. Cemeteries are daunting! There's a ton of people there, and you need to make sure that you don't step on their headstone, cause that'd be rude, but sometimes you're walking and then realize you're in a headstone row. Ooops. (For the record this did not happen yesterday, but I'm kinda surprised that it didn't.) And of course you have to read each headstone and wonder if you knew that person, because that last name sounds very familiar. Of course, my favorite was the couple who had a headstone with their names and birth years, but no death date. The headstone didn't look all that particular, so my guess is they're taking care of business before anything happens. MG said it's one way for me to make sure I get what I want. So right now, I'd like an obnoxious but tasteful headstone. Just to help all those people trying to drop by and say hi.