Len,
Thanks for sharing…one of the coolest reads I’ve seen in a long time Your story hits home with me on a couple of levels…
About 10 years ago or so, the kids got my wife a wind chime for Mother’s Day and said they wanted her to think of them every time she heard it. At the time, we weren’t all that far removed from our oldest being a toddler and our twins when they were infants. The first couple of nights it was really windy and kept us both awake, to which my wife replied “that sounds about right…keeping us up all night” (unlike the oldest that slept through the night right from the get go, it took 21 months before BOTH twins completely slept through the night That said, we gave it a few more nights, got used to it and I’m happy to say it’s still hanging there.
My first exposure to cemeteries came when I suddenly lost my dad when he was 46. When trying decide where specifically we should lay him to rest, we got our sign on a bitterly cold day in February, after aimlessly walking around a snow covered cemetery, when a rooster pheasant decided to make his voice heard. Right then, we knew that was the spot. For that first month or so, the cemetery seemed just like I would have expected…cold and uninviting. Then a couple of events changed that…
First, winter gave way to spring and I went to visit on a warm sunny day, only to find the apple tree in full bloom and it, along with the neighboring spruce tree teaming with birds singing away. Among them, I heard what I’m pretty sure was that same rooster speak his voice one more time as if to say “this is why you were supposed to pick this spot”. To this day and among my countless visits over the last 26 years, I’ve never heard him again.
A month or two later, I had a totally different experience. Our last “big” fishing trip together was right before going back to college the previous fall to Sturgeon Bay in Door County, in which we pounded the magnum salmon. Dad decided to commemorate the trip by getting the biggest one mounted. Sadly, he never got to see it before it was finished. When I picked up the fish from the taxidermist on my way to work that evening, I decided I would head to the cemetery that after I got off work. A pretty good thunderstorm rolled in about the time I got there, but I so wanted him to see his fish, I sat graveside in the thunder & lightning and the pouring rain. After the storm had passed and the rain finally stopped, I finally got the fish out of the car and sat there to show him his trophy, reflect on that trip and the countless trips before that. Eventually, it starting breaking daylight, the birds started singing and the clouds gave way to a beautiful sunrise. Ever since then, I’ve come to find the cemetery a very peaceful place to be. And oh yeah, lots of wind chimes there to help those souls before us keep their memories alive.
Thanks again for sharing, let us remember those loved ones who have gone before us and be especially grateful to those who gave the ultimate sacrifice, as we approach Memorial Day
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