Final Resting Spots
The view from my Parents' plot in Washington, CT I just spent the day on an expedition to put plants on the graves of my grandparents, aunt, and father. They are buried in Washington, CT in a lovely cemetery just before you hit the Washington, Depot. Their graves look out over the rolling hills of Litchfield county and it's a quiet spot to lay one's weary head after a life well-lived. It's always a little jarring to see my father's headstone. For three reasons. First, my mother -- ever the thrifty one -- had her name and birth date engraved on the headstone when it was carved for my father. But there she was, sitting in the front seat of the big Dodge SUV that I had rented, alive and kicking. The second reason is that on the back of the headstone she engraved the names of the kids that they had brought into this world. There we are -- my sister Mary, my brothers JT and Peter, and me Nancy. And then, at the very top of the ...