Dateline: 12 December 2014
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Well, we’ve gone and done it. Marlene and I have bought more land. It's nice grass land. We found out that the land was for sale, and heard that the price would be going up quite a bit after the first of the year, so we bought eight lots.
They aren’t building lots. They are burial lots. I suppose they are more commonly referred to as “plots.”
Our final resting places will be side by side in the southwest corner of Kelloggsville Rural Cemetery. It’s a nice little cemetery, on the other side of the field across from our house. Our children will be able to stand by our plots as we are lowered into the ground, and see the little homestead where they grew up.
We once knew many of the people who are already buried in the cemetery. They were our friends and neighbors. Our lives intersected with them in various ways, and memories come to us when we look upon their headstones. Maybe someday I’ll introduce you to some of them.
I feel very good now that this responsibility has been taken care of. The next thing will be to pick out a grave stone and figure out what to put on it. That will require some thought. There is no hurry, but I do want to have this done too. I am, after all, pushing 57 years old. My time is running out.
I only need one plot, of course, and Marlene only needs one plot. The other six are for our children and their wives, or whoever in the family may need them, when their time comes. I hope and pray that Marlene and I do not live to see any of those other six plots taken. They are for after we are gone.
Have you procured your own final resting place? It’s something to think about.
Today's blog post reminds me of an excellent (agrarian) short story by Leo Tolstoy titled, How Much Land Does a Man Need? If you have never read any Tolstoy, this story is a good place to start. It is much shorter, and less complicated than War and Peace.