You’ll have noticed that we go on walks, but there’s also a bench and a cairn. Something solid to visit, commune with or at. X marks the spot.
And while it’s easy to agree that things don’t matter a jot, what a comfort there is – for now – in a solid thing to visit. And gravestones are so, well, final and dead, aren’t they?
I’ve noticed that we aren’t alone. Not surprising really – the extraordinary experience of grief and loss is so very unexceptional. On a recent few strolls (I know, they were supposed to be training walks) I’ve started to notice them – the plaques, benches and walkways lovingly placed as an act of remembrance.
So many and so touching that I’ve started to collect them in another blog, boringly titled In Memoriam. I’m only recording what I find, the few words on the thing say enough. If it fits, I’m also taking a picture of the view from the bench or the spot. That’s all.
If you find one on your travels you’d like to add or, even, your special one, please let me know. The photo doesn’t have to be a masterpiece – your phone camera will do nicely.