Today I am thankful for a laugh.
It didn't start out funny.
My aunt visits once a week to use the washer and dryer.
My new dryer broke just a few days out of warranty so we dried her clothes outside.
While standing outside, she took me aside an said "I don't want to alarm you, but....."
then she got silent.
I pointed at the shed.
"Are you worried about all the stuff pulled out of the shed?", I asked.
"Yes.", she replied.
"That happens all the time!"
She advised me to chain the door. I've done that. The thief just tears the roof off.
It's easier just to keep crap in it I don't care about so the thief can rummage and take what he or she wants.
Again, I was advised to consider moving, especially after finding a full gas can in the mess.
My aunt is afraid my ex-husband is going to kill me. I've been court-ordered to live here for another two years.
Sigh....
I'm sure a judge would allow me to move if I asked.
At least I know where I will be buried....
maybe....
I may just change my mind.
Let me explain.
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The fall solstice is a Pagan Holiday. It's our harvest holiday. We decorate our homes in fall colors and prepare to reap the rewards bestowed upon us by the Gods.
It is also my uncle's birthday.
My uncle died in December of last year. In fact, last year I lost my aunt Barbara, my aunt Judy and my uncle Roger in the span of nine months.
They are all buried at the Arvada Cemetary. They are one row behind notable members of the family (e.g. Clark Ringling) and several rows behind an old friend's parents.
Today I loaded my car up with flowers and set them around the graveyard.
The first grave on my route belongs to my old friend's parents. There was a huge crack in the plot in front of the headstone. I set the flowers down and laughed asking if they were trying to escape.
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| Grass over a coffin is a sign of a life well-lived. |
Truth be told, I'm sure they are in some type of paradise and aren't even giving a thought of coming back into this limbo world.
Then I went to my family patch of graves and left some flowers.
Witches have a superstition that grass does not grow over the final resting place of an evil person.
Um.....
yeah.....
So......
My uncle and one of the aunts had custody of me after my parents died. They abandoned me. It's all good. I learned to survive very at a very young age and I probably wouldn't be the heathen I am today if not for them.
My aunt....well...let's just say she acted out of her trauma.
She's the one I am worried about. In fact, I went to her grave on All Saint's Day last year praying for her soul.
I guess I'll come back on All Saint's Day to pray for her soul again.
Well, maybe not.
Look at that picture! There are huge cracks on this plot. It appears that someone is trying to escape that grave, too.
I think I'll just buy a plot at the graveyard in Cherry Hills Village where my grandparents are resting unless I wind up moving to Timbuktu.
I don't want to join the Zombie rebellion! When I ditch this popsicle stand, I have no plans on returning unless I'm a wraith fighting abusive politicians. It is said that witches return to this world as wraiths.
Okay....okay...the truth is that I'd rather be somewhere where they care for the lawn.
Love you,
S.
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