Death. It really is one of my favorite topics. I get in these phases where I write about it. Invariably someone comes along to lecture me or tell me I’m morose. I am not morose! I am never more alive, when connected to death. I have a packed 8th house!
Last week, I wrote about coming across a spot where I’d like to be buried. If my husband liked it,that is. We’ve decided to purchase the niches. I couldn’t be more pleased.
I also wrote about being shielded from death, and the fragility of everything. The Morose Police should be here soon, ya think?
I’m thinking of this stuff at this time, in part because I drive by a graveyard, virtually every day. There are lots of small graveyards around here. Some of them are smaller versions of what you’d see in city. “Evergreen Gardens” or the like. But most of them are alongside the highway, or built next to churches.
Some of them are named after a person. I don’t understand this yet, but I’ll ask someone, one of these days.
Point is, I am constantly driving by the dead. I feel their company. These are the bodies of the people who came before me. I like this so much, I realized I want to join them when my times comes.
My husband and I don’t plan to leave this area, ever. So if one of us dies, the other can come by.
“I’ll come see you and say, P, I’m putting my ear plugs in,” my husband, said. “I’ll sit with you, but I don’t want to hear you talking all day, going on and on…”
We have a choice of being put into a single niche, but we’re going to buy two. This is because my husband, “wants to stretch out in there. I don’t want to be cramped,” he said.
Taurus, right? Comfort. His own possession.
“What do you want the inscription to be?” I asked.
“I don’t know. My name. Finger pointing at you – I’m with her.”
All this brings me joy. This is a nice area. We came…and we stayed.
In the meantime, I notice that my life has been enhanced by the markers and the monuments that are part of the landscape here. If I were listing the top ten reasons I like this area, the graveyards would be high on the list.
Is death part of your everyday life?