I went to Georgia's grave site today. I was alone at home and found myself being drawn to the place. I laid a single stargazer lily in the soil that now marks her final resting place. I had Roy Orbison's In Dreams blasting from the windows in the car. I don't know how long I sat there, long after the song was done at least. I've always loved cemetaries. I am one of those strange people that find them restful places. I used to play in one overseas when I would visit my aunt. My childhood memories remind me of a magical place with trees and a creek where we would catch frogs. I used to take time walking amongst the graves reading the tombstones. I always thought that they were beautiful and I would try to imagine the people and their lives. My images were based solely on their ages and the few lines that were sometimes inscribed. Funny, that I never really thought about the people that were left behind. I can only blame it on the fact that I was but a child.
I guess that I must have found some peace there today because I finally got up off the ground. I am looking forward to seeing the trees start to fill out. They have plans to plant another 200 trees in the area. I like the idea that I will be able to see the trees around Georgie grow over the next several years. I take comfort that she now lies in my final resting place as well. For those of you that wondered, she was placed cross wise at the head of my future grave-site. That's why she is perpendicular to all of the other graves.
To my friends that I normally talk to everyday and see several times a week, I am asking you now for patience. I admit that I am not answering the phone and am not yet returning calls. I have no excuse except to say that I am craving solitude and with a 5 year old and a 2 year old those moments are hard to find.
We are leaving tomorrow for a couple of days away. I am looking forward to the private time with my family but dread the idea of being so far away from home, my home full of Georgia. If anyone is reading this and feels the urge maybe you could go check on Georgie's final resting place It's not hard to find, behind the pond, the small mound of dirt laying parallel to the road. I know that she isn't really there and yet I still take comfort in the idea that someone will check on her.
Love to you all,
8 Years an Angel
2 weeks ago