My father died eleven years ago today.
My dog Truffle and I went around the block today to the Pudding Hollow Cemetery to lay a small pumpkin on his grave.
I love his epitaph (my mother’s idea): “A Gentle Man.” Simple and apt.
I also love the cemetery itself. Behind my father’s grave is a stone wall–and behind the stone wall the hills are just beginning to take on color, just as they were in October 1998.
I don’t delude myself that my father’s spirit is actually there in the Pudding Hollow Cemetery. He would never linger long in a place so quiet. He loved conversation, activity … people.
Nevertheless, it’s a lovely spot in which to remember his humor, wisdom, and charm.
If you’d like to read more about my wonderful, gentle father, take a look at the post I wrote on what would have been his 90th birthday. And please take a little time today to celebrate your own parents……..
What a lovely article. And the photos show a vivid, beautiful setting for your father’s final resting place. Thank you for sharing your thoughts here.
What a beautiful setting and what a beautiful marker. I love the reminiscent New England shape with the sunrise. The setting could not be lovelier, in keeping with the family.
Your dad was a kind and gentle man — and a terrific story teller! Some of his best qualities live on in you.
And here’s to a sparkling autumn day and the sparkling spirit of Abe Weisblat!
We loved him very much, those of us who knew him. And still miss him!
What a lovely remembrance of your Father and the anniversary of his passing! And what beautiful photos of his final resting place. But your words are so true: that he does not rest there as the joy of his life was the people and the action!
This is one of the most beautiful headstones I’ve ever seen – the shape, the material, the sun, and the saying. And what a beautiful setting. Thank you for sharing this with your online audience.