My grandmother and I went up to the cemetery to visit his plaque, and she was very happy to see that the waterfall which was running when she chose the spot was running again, after a couple of years of being just dry rocks. My grandmother reminded me that Grandpa was always fiddling around with rocks and the creek and waterfalls he'd built in their garden.
A man was there tending to the grave of someone he'd lost and he helped us look for the plaque belonging to someone else my grandmother had known. He was a bit of a character, but was obviously still pretty distraught over the loss of this loved one. He said he couldn't bring himself to put a plaque there yet.
I felt something like the old urge to pray for this man, so I did what I've been doing lately, which is to send loving thoughts his way, the way we used to when I was in GROW.*
Grandpa's plaque in the rock, the running water, the beautiful trees and the connection with my grandmother and with this man gave a sense of 'shape' the way I talked about in my last post, the way Margaret talked about the last time I saw her.
[Photo of stones], downloaded 14th June, 2010, from:
http://www.wcbphoto.com/media/portfolio/gallery/landscapes/index.html#img/grass-blades.jpg.
*GROW is a 12-step community mental health program. It was instrumental in my recovery from schizoaffective disorder; for more information, go to: http://www.grow.net.au/igrow/?q=node/125
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