What an idyllic scene. In the corner of our yard grow three mammoth pine trees, in one of which an owl roosts occasionally. Underneath it is sand, Tonka trucks and…is that a…headstone?
Well, yes and no.
You see, my dad passed away in our old house. Andy found him dead one Monday morning. Dad was cremated, but Andy wanted to make a memorial to him since there’s no headstone anywhere. So we have this.
Now, when we moved into this house five years ago, Andy placed the memorial under the pines. We had an open house and we had the same conversation over and over again with visitors.
“Hey, this is a great yard! Look at all the IS THAT A HEADSTONE?”
And Andy would say, real casual, “Yeah. You can’t imagine what a pain it was to exhume the body from the old yard and move it here.”
And people would say, “REALLY?”
And Andy would say, “No.”
Well, I thought it was funny.
Here’s the inscription at the top of the cross:
12 I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and to do good while they live. 13 That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God. ~Ecclesiastes 3:12-13