This is a follow-up post to “Father. Friend. Never Forgotten.”
I was determined to right things and find out where my dear friend is buried. I went to the cemetery and asked a person in the office to help me find the plot.
It was a kind of freaky experience. Just setting foot into the office made me feel shaky. Does anyone really want to think about death, especially the death of their loved ones? Anyway, this woman came out to help me. I followed her to the general area and it felt like we were on a scavenger hunt.
The thing that really bothered me was how she stepped on every grave marker we came across. I guess there is no respect for the no longer living. Classy.
If I didn’t find that disturbing enough, when we came across the grave site for my friend, I could see that it’s been a while since anyone had stopped by. The living grass is probably going to grow over it in the next year. The woman who helped me find the site said she’d put in an order to clean it up.
It’s sad to me that someone I respected so much in his life is so disrespected in his death.
I wiped away as best I could the dried grass that filled up the letters engraved in the site marker. Then I had this internal kind of dialogue with my friend. I asked him if things would’ve been different had he still been around. I told him I’m sorry that his kids disrespect him so much. I told him I’m sorry I haven’t visited in a while. Lastly, I told him I would be back.