The Postman Always Rings ... the Dead?

Friday, September 9, 2005

I spent this gorgeous Saturday morning in Westchester, New York, visiting my Nanny and then stopping by the cemetery to see my dad and sister's grave. It is a beautiful cemetery actually, up on a grassy hill with lots of trees and sunlight. We once saw deer walking around. Although the prettiest cemetery I have ever seen is in Mystic, CT, there's a large stone archway and iron gates, weeping willow trees and located along the water. I wouldn't mind having my ashes buried there in the way distant future. Yes, I have a morbid fascination with cemeteries. Most likely because I used to visit my sister's stone with my mother since I was a little kid. I even have a photo of me when I'm 5 or so in a purple Easter dress in front of Serina's grave. We'll analyze that another day ;) actually I believe my mother was hoping to find something special in the photo once she got it developed.

Anyway so I'm squinting from the sun and picking at the weeds in front of their plot while chatting away about recent events in my life and trying to keep my emotions in check. Some visits I want to cry when I'm there and other's I'd rather just feel tranquil, reflective and dry eyed. Just when I was about to give in to self pity, a United States Postal truck wobbles up the drive. It took me a second to do a double take. There isn't an office or anything nearby and I doubt the residents located here are still reading mail, and unless the mailman knows a forwarding address that I'm not aware of the sight definitely looked out of place.

The man of course was visiting a loved one too, but I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of a postman possibly making deliveries to the cemetery, effectively banishing my blues :P

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