Beau's Monument
While hiking on Saturday, the CFO picked up a small slab of Alligator Back gneiss near the very bottom of the valley and instructed me to carry it back to the house. (I must have looked like a pack mule or something.) Upon reaching the house, I was given further instructions to put Beau's name on it and place it on his grave as a monument.
The deposits from which the gneiss was formed a few hundred million years ago were much harder for some millennium than others and it took every Dremel tool grinder I own to engrave the stone. It seemed almost a crime to deface something that old. But I did because had I not today, nature itself would in time.
I can think of nothing more lonely than a grave between the time the mourners leave and the grass grows back.
RIP, Beau. The flowers will be here soon to keep you company.
The deposits from which the gneiss was formed a few hundred million years ago were much harder for some millennium than others and it took every Dremel tool grinder I own to engrave the stone. It seemed almost a crime to deface something that old. But I did because had I not today, nature itself would in time.
I can think of nothing more lonely than a grave between the time the mourners leave and the grass grows back.
RIP, Beau. The flowers will be here soon to keep you company.
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