Call Me Romantic

I like the idea of putting a bench at the cemetery instead of a headstone. Perhaps it could be overlooking a brook or lovely planted area. It wouldn't be where we were burried since Gregory and I choose to be cremated when we die. The bench could be shared with and bring rest and joy to other mourners. Call me romantic.

I remember one time when we visited Gregory's father in his later years, G's mom was at the beauty shop (at 87 years old) and we took dad for a drive. He wanted to show us his plot at the cemetery. It did in fact overlook a brook and there was a bench under a tree. The three of us sat there and talked about life and death and memories. The bench was not on his plot by put there by another family. It was not associated with any person or plot. It just was! Call me romantic.

To this day, I can see the three of us sitting there, chatting and sharing the love. Miss the old coot! Call me romantic!