Regular readers know I am a master of the delayed response. (See any previous post). So it takes a second or two for things to register in my brain. (On a good day. Sometimes it takes weeks or years.) On this particular day it took a few seconds. I am pretty sure she is not the mother of a gril, (even if, by some miracle, she was the mother of a grill, it's still a typo.) I don't know the circumstances of her death, other than it was premature, but we can be reasonably certain it was not her intention to leave as her epitaph, a final shout out to her son and a beloved appliance. I am just sad.
Monday, July 13, 2009
One Gril, One Boy
On my latest trip to River Valley Cemetery, (I was already in Lake Dreamland, it would have been rude not to stop by.) I was looking around, there is always more to discover. And I noticed another typo. (see previous post-Vietman.) It's not like I am wandering through the cemetery doing spellcheck on every grave, it's just that, in the course of exploring the cemetery certain things come up. Like how all the headstones, crosses and memorials are all leaning to one side, because of the ground constantly shifting underneath them, (nuclear leakage...) So they are all tilting at a right or left angle, (if they are still standing at all.) This particular memorial, was a white metal sign attached to a little metal pole. It was handwritten, and it gave her name, and under the dates of her birth and death, (she was in her forties when she died.) It said, she was the mother of one gril and one boy.