I was in the neighborhood...
Sep. 18th, 2002 04:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgThis morning seems like two weeks ago. *yawn*
Took a long lunch to go buy some flowers for an old friend. I bought four perfect white roses with long stems that the girl wrapped for me with a piece of raffia. No card, please. One won't be needed.
It took me a little over an hour to go from my "this" life to my "old" life - the Pilgrim Cemetary in Sierra Madre.
This is a cool place. I mean it. Even if you don't like cemetaries, you can't help but love this one. I get nothing but good vibes every time I go there. The fact that it's next to a public recreation hall with pools, tennis courts and screaming-with-glee kids can't hurt.
Cliff is buried under a pine tree with a view of the mountains. I used a granite boulder with a flat surface for his headstone. This is one of those cemetaries that you can plant a rose bush if you want. His neighbor has a very aggressive succulent I had to push back a bit, while brushing off the headstone, and I pulled some crabgrass.
I don't think anyone has been to see him at all this year. There is a new little booth for folks to find where a person is buried - nice touchscreen and everything. He's not listed on it.
Gone, like he was never here. Forgotten. *sigh* Like this is news.
I left him the flowers, and found a stone to lay on the headstone to let other members of the family know one of us had been there. Or friends. I hope there are friends at least who will visit him.
I got the impression that the answering machine was on. Sometimes, he is there enough for me to sense him, but Cliff isn't the kind of guy to hang around when there's something else he'd rather be doing.
All is well. Quiet. I strolled around a bit, admiring the new headstones and noting which spaces were "filled" (the whole cemetary is booked, the owners of the plots haven't all checked in yet - ^^). But in the end, my visit was brief, my mission complete and I was needed back at the office.
However, I did make one more stop.
Yup. I was in the neighborhood, so I stopped by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
azuli's place and dropped off a little something. It's a very little something, but I felt she needed a little positive reinforcement. People do do nice things, dear. Just for the heck of it.
Time to go home. Time to go pick up Jim and have dinner and watch anime and...and....
Go on with my life. As it is.
Took a long lunch to go buy some flowers for an old friend. I bought four perfect white roses with long stems that the girl wrapped for me with a piece of raffia. No card, please. One won't be needed.
It took me a little over an hour to go from my "this" life to my "old" life - the Pilgrim Cemetary in Sierra Madre.
This is a cool place. I mean it. Even if you don't like cemetaries, you can't help but love this one. I get nothing but good vibes every time I go there. The fact that it's next to a public recreation hall with pools, tennis courts and screaming-with-glee kids can't hurt.
Cliff is buried under a pine tree with a view of the mountains. I used a granite boulder with a flat surface for his headstone. This is one of those cemetaries that you can plant a rose bush if you want. His neighbor has a very aggressive succulent I had to push back a bit, while brushing off the headstone, and I pulled some crabgrass.
I don't think anyone has been to see him at all this year. There is a new little booth for folks to find where a person is buried - nice touchscreen and everything. He's not listed on it.
Gone, like he was never here. Forgotten. *sigh* Like this is news.
I left him the flowers, and found a stone to lay on the headstone to let other members of the family know one of us had been there. Or friends. I hope there are friends at least who will visit him.
I got the impression that the answering machine was on. Sometimes, he is there enough for me to sense him, but Cliff isn't the kind of guy to hang around when there's something else he'd rather be doing.
All is well. Quiet. I strolled around a bit, admiring the new headstones and noting which spaces were "filled" (the whole cemetary is booked, the owners of the plots haven't all checked in yet - ^^). But in the end, my visit was brief, my mission complete and I was needed back at the office.
However, I did make one more stop.
Yup. I was in the neighborhood, so I stopped by
azuli's place and dropped off a little something. It's a very little something, but I felt she needed a little positive reinforcement. People do do nice things, dear. Just for the heck of it.Time to go home. Time to go pick up Jim and have dinner and watch anime and...and....
Go on with my life. As it is.
