So it's been 11 months since my wife died and still there's no headstone. Am I pissed? You bet! But I've also heard how long it can take. I don't know, we've been cutting stone and engraving it since the Egyptians. I figured the techniques would've improved since then. I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason why it takes so long. But 'perfectly good' isn't enough.
I do, however, finally have a hint that the stone may exist. When I visited the cemetery this evening, there was cement, still in a wooden mold drying. It's not a gravestone, but it's the stone at the grave for the gravestone, I assume. Fucking weird thing to see.
I wasn't sure how I felt, really. I took some pictures of the blank cement next to a vase of plastic flowers (her mom probably bought them at the dollar store) which was tossed aside by the workers, like some piquant symbol of are-you-fuckin'-serious?
Then I got an idea. A fantabulous idea. The cement was almost dry, but not quite. So I decided to scratch my own epitaph! So I keyed the title of Our Song in like a romantic vandal. It's what I told her grandma to have written on the stone, but I'm doubtful she remembered the correct wording since I've heard she's going senile. Well worth ruining the spare key to my lockbox to write in cement that will be covered up forever soon.
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Its been almost a year and a half and my husbands' grave marker has not even been designed or ordered yet :-/ Your wife' will be arriving at a common timing, at about a year.
ReplyDeleteHUGS from your friend, B, from ww.
So sorry to hear that the marker hasn't been able to be dealt with yet. I'm sure there are other, more pressing things to handle, but it's a little reminder in the back of your mind, a little small sadness on top of all the other sadness.
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