The things we now think about and do. That we never thought about before. Have to say, I was not a cemetery type woman. The handful of funerals I’d been to were crematorium jobs. Fleeting, discrete events. Very sad, very strange, slightly awkward, out of place and unanchored. That’s all changed.
Got a grave to tend now. A woodland one so minimum work really. We had a few months of watering. And some autumn planting for a spring display of wildflowers, organised by my mum and dad. Now it’s all about fallen leaves and changing colours.
The big news in cemetery world (I suspect it’s a fairly low key news space generally) is LB has a tree. The cemetery staff planted it so carefully we wondered if it had been there all along. We’d just not noticed it. They also carefully replaced his collection of lorries,buses and Eddie Stobart memorabilia around it. You’re not really supposed to have stuff in this section of the cemetery but I think the cemetery staff pretend not to notice. He was only 18.
LB is in good company. J.R. Tolkien is buried a hundred metres away, drawing a steady set of visitors from around the world. Co-founder of Healthtalkonline, Ann McPherson is close by. And local author, and husband of a friend/colleague, Tim Griggs, sadly joined LB under the trees only a few weeks ago.
Odd, but weirdly comforting, space.