Topic: cemetery
Hazel and I made a cemetery visit today to do a little housekeeping in the children's section. Afterwords we were in no hurry to get home, so we decided to drive around a little and see if we could find some relatives to say hello to. On one sweep around we chanced upon a solitary old man sitting near a new grave. He was dressed neatly with a white ball hat and a white shirt. He was sitting facing a new grave, slumping over. As we watched from a distance, the slump became more exaggerated and we could watch no more. We left him alone to finish his visit. We both agreed, as we talked about it later, that the old man probably would not have to be alone too long before he would join her. It seems to work that way often, especially if the man is the survivor. Hazel and I have been together as kids and now old folks for over fifty years, and if I am the one left here alone, I am sure it would work that way for me. The loneliness I think would be unbearable for me. Hazel and I still talk to each other constantly every day and when the silence comes, if it comes that way for me, I would not want to stay long here alone. Hazel, I am sure, will be waiting to catch me up on all the news.