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sitting at the resting place above B i look over at the small clearing.  This pic doesn't show the vibrance.  Too bad,  because it's quite amazing.   It's where the Old Cowboy's mother's lawnchair,  rocker sits.  On it the cardboard box that contains the Old Cowboy's glasses,  slippers and dentures.   He had wanted to wear these for his cremation.  Which he did  when they came for him.   I thought they would just leave them on,  but i got a call from the funeral home a couple days later asking me to come pick them up.  They've been in this box since that day.  Taped closed,   on the tape,  Robert   it says.   

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11 responses to “evening”

  1. Acey Avatar
    Acey

    that beautiful half grove, there beyond the chair and OC …

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  2. grace Forrest Avatar

    yes. these small openings, spaces, for no known reason, here and there. Reasons of Their Own. I’d originally thought of them as places for forest garden until i realized the enormous effort to bring water to them.
    and now, understanding more, i’m not sure i should
    anyway. They have their own Purpose. I just don’t know
    enough yet. It’s quiet there for him. Gentle.

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  3. grace Forrest Avatar

    it’s between A and B. He always liked Alyssia.

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  4. Joanne Avatar
    Joanne

    They called me to come pick up dentures and father’s pacemaker. Seemed so strange. And I had no idea what to do with them.

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  5. Liz A Avatar

    my father thought to leave my mother’s wedding ring on her hand as she was cremated … I asked to have it and wear it to this day … we watched as the box containing her was put into the fire … no one opened it …
    so I consider the things we will leave behind … and I think how the glasses might be used by someone else, but the dentures would keep me from opening the box of what Old Cowboy left behind
    it seems right that some part of him has traveled with you to the Hill though … to sit in the resting place beneath the trees, rocking in his mother’s chair

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  6. Mo Crow Avatar

    love the glow!

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  7. Acey Avatar

    this all feels very very right to me …

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  8. grace Forrest Avatar

    the original thought was that we would bury them here. A day when we all were together. Probably over by the Great Grandmother Rock. But then, we never did. I carried that chair over there in the first days i was here. It seemed right. The box stayed in the Toyota truck for a long time. I looked at it off and on, thinking i should DO something, but as i am, i didn’t, and then suddenly one day i picked it up and took it to the chair. I don’t go into that
    glade. I look over at it from the resting place of the Young Manzanita.
    It feels right. His slippers…he loved this pair of slippers, for his “going”. His teeth, for the Pleasures he enjoyed…the food i cooked. The Green Chile Cheesburgers and fries i brought. His glasses, so he could SEE what was happening around him. All three of these became more and more important to him as he came closer and closer to death. At the end, he would go through a kind of check list over and over. Slippers, teeth, glasses. Slippers, teeth, glasses. So there
    they remain…in place, in case he needs them. Or wants them. Easy access. Just how he left them.

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  9. grace Forrest Avatar

    it comes as a surprise

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  10. grace Forrest Avatar

    his good friend Blake took his ashes to Colorado to where they used to go fish, a lake gotten to on horseback.
    He hired a plane and dropped the ashes as Old Cowboy had
    requested…over the lake, to feed the trout.

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  11. grace Forrest Avatar

    the pic does not do the GLow justice…it was so much
    more, is, so much more

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