Maki2... not a bad idea. About the only time I might muster up enough whatever to be in an urban setting for any amount of time when the people from there are all out ripping up the forests.
Just spent two days working in the cemetery getting it ready for such a weekend. Usually I work thinking about the people that have passed. The last two days I got to see family of both people I know and some I don’t know. One I don’t... a mother of a gal that lost her daughter in an accident. I sometimes in my head complain about the “crap” around the stones I have to mess with. This one has a short log hollowed out as a flower pot of sorts. I told the mother how I sometimes move it to knock down the weeds and put it back. It is getting a little rotten so I have to be careful. I know she said, but it was put out there by my daughters grandma so I’ll leave it there as long as I can. Wow, I look at all that “crap” a whole lot different. Another lady I see every year. She has to have a family member escort her to place flowers and clean up the stones of family graves. She always thanks me for taking care of things there. I saw a relative... cousin who came with her daughter. My cousin just lost her husband this year and being in a cemetery I could tell the daughter was still hurting pretty bad from losing her dad a few short months ago. I mentioned I had to be stepping down from my township maintenance duties soon and everyone has been so kind. But this year I’ve seen so many people... kind of why even though I set things up to make it easier it took two full days. Stopping now and again to talk with people. You think you know some through reputation and such. But when you hear about people through the eyes of their loved ones you sometimes wanna ask.... are we talking about the same person I’ve heard so much about?
I often wonder why my great grandparents were not buried here. After all, they were originals of our township. My great grandfather was the first town board chairman... and had the first store in town. This Memorial Day I hope we can remember of course the military veterans who helped us to live as we do. But the people also that went before us that got us this far. Yes, there isn’t roses in every story. But if you learn about people’s true colors and such, you can appreciate more the people around you. You wanna know more about me?... I just burnt my tongue on my coffee, haha.
Off to drive a fire truck in escorting the body of a fallen fellow firefighter...
Just spent two days working in the cemetery getting it ready for such a weekend. Usually I work thinking about the people that have passed. The last two days I got to see family of both people I know and some I don’t know. One I don’t... a mother of a gal that lost her daughter in an accident. I sometimes in my head complain about the “crap” around the stones I have to mess with. This one has a short log hollowed out as a flower pot of sorts. I told the mother how I sometimes move it to knock down the weeds and put it back. It is getting a little rotten so I have to be careful. I know she said, but it was put out there by my daughters grandma so I’ll leave it there as long as I can. Wow, I look at all that “crap” a whole lot different. Another lady I see every year. She has to have a family member escort her to place flowers and clean up the stones of family graves. She always thanks me for taking care of things there. I saw a relative... cousin who came with her daughter. My cousin just lost her husband this year and being in a cemetery I could tell the daughter was still hurting pretty bad from losing her dad a few short months ago. I mentioned I had to be stepping down from my township maintenance duties soon and everyone has been so kind. But this year I’ve seen so many people... kind of why even though I set things up to make it easier it took two full days. Stopping now and again to talk with people. You think you know some through reputation and such. But when you hear about people through the eyes of their loved ones you sometimes wanna ask.... are we talking about the same person I’ve heard so much about?
I often wonder why my great grandparents were not buried here. After all, they were originals of our township. My great grandfather was the first town board chairman... and had the first store in town. This Memorial Day I hope we can remember of course the military veterans who helped us to live as we do. But the people also that went before us that got us this far. Yes, there isn’t roses in every story. But if you learn about people’s true colors and such, you can appreciate more the people around you. You wanna know more about me?... I just burnt my tongue on my coffee, haha.
Off to drive a fire truck in escorting the body of a fallen fellow firefighter...