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Thursday, September 20, 2018

Week 26: In Memory

Debby

It has become common place to see a cross or a bunch of flowers, at the side of the road where a fatal accident has occurred. A deadly reminder to those on the road to go with care and caution.

These sites make me stop and I give a moment of silent sympathy for their friends and family. Many years ago a young woman was killed when she was thrown off the back of her boyfriend’s moped. They were riding on a dark country road, without lights and drove into the back of a parked car.

The monument that has been built there I find really disturbing. The roadside weeds have been cut back and a small grassy area is contained with wooden edging. There is a post with a box on top that displays the photo of this poor girl, protected behind glass.

I drove by there one year in March and noticed that it had been decorated for Christmas with artificial garlands and poinsettias. They were faded and worn, blowing in the wind and I was upset seeing this obvious neglect. Who goes there to decorate with the seasons and holidays? Why there, at the place of death, such a painful reminder of their loss? Why not flowers taken to the burial site, to remember a life ended too soon, than to constantly be reminded of the manner of death?

I went there, thinking to take my photo, and found more faded decorations. But a flowering bush has been added to the mix which will hopefully survive and change with the seasons. I can’t help but wonder which memory that girl would rather her family cherish. I find cemeteries a peaceful place, so that would be my choice.

For my photo I chose flowers left on the fence alongside the railroad tracks. The tracks, the flowers and the setting sun in the background. Time will only tell what kind of memory, or remembrance this area will become.



Carol

Once upon a time we had a dog named Kelsey. She died early one spring and the hubby dutifully dug through the half-frozen ground to give her a proper burial. When spring was a little more temperate, we created a small garden with a fountain in the center as a memorial to her.

This garden became known as Kelsey Park and over the next few years three cats and several gerbils joined her. Only the hubby knows for sure where they’re buried and apparently he already has spots reserved for the remaining three cats.

The garden doesn’t look like much right now, but early in the summer it’s the showpiece of the backyard. Our memorial to our pets that have passed over the rainbow bridge.


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