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Published on October 31, 2006 By dharmagrl In Misc

The flowers are ones I picked off my rose bushes.  They're the last roses of the season; it's turning colder and the leaves are coming off the trees.  Those leaves made it harder for me to find his marker this morning, it was covered with leaves that had blown off the sweet gum tree that's close to his grave.  I cleared them away as best I could, as you can see.

I've been wondering who James Mayberry is.  Why aren't his parents at rest in the same cemetery?  What happened to them; where are they? 

I think that the best place to start is the City Hall for the town.  They'll know who keeps the cemetery records; I should be able to find some more information there.  I'm not necessarily wanting to go find the people who are kin to James, I just want some more information about his parents and why James is here alone.

I shouldn't really say that he's here alone, because he's not alone anymore.  He's got me.  As long as I'm here, he won't be forgotten.

 


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on Oct 31, 2006
The roses are beautiful.  Almost as beautiful as the person who grew them.
on Oct 31, 2006

The roses are beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the person who grew them

Awww!  That's a very nice thing to say!  Thank you. 

You know, as I cleared his marker off I talked to him.  I told him that I didn't know who he was but that I had come there to take care of what was left of him.  I said that I didn't know how he got there but I was going to try and find out - but that as long as we're here at this base, as long as I'm in the area....he won't be alone.  Some people probably think it's silly of me to talk to an infant who died almost 40 years before I was born, but I can almost feel his presence there...so I talk to him.

It was windy up there today.  As I was kneeling in the grass talking to James I heard the sound of children's voices and laughter.  At first I thought I was having some kind of psychic clairaudient experience, but as I stood up and turned towards the sound I saw an elementary school down the hill.  It was lunchtime recess and there were kids playing in the schoolyard. 

I think it fitting that those sounds can be heard at his grave.

on Oct 31, 2006
It was windy up there today. As I was kneeling in the grass talking to James I heard the sound of children's voices and laughter. At first I thought I was having some kind of psychic clairaudient experience, but as I stood up and turned towards the sound I saw an elementary school down the hill. It was lunchtime recess and there were kids playing in the schoolyard.
I think it fitting that those sounds can be heard at his grave


I agree - very fitting. It will be interesting to know whay you find out about James parents.