The next decade....what's in store?

Back in the Concrete Jungle that is Kingston

I know why I loved living in Grenada. It reminded me so much of rural Jamaica.

While driving to and from Lucea this weekend for the funeral, I kept thinking, and saying, that I would love to live in the country. So peaceful, so still, so uncomplicated.

I guess that's how you could also describe death. So peaceful, so still, so uncomplicated - for those who have gone on. For those who are left, they deal with the what ifs, what should have been, what could have been....

But death also opens up many good things like reconnecting with long lost relatives.

Thankfully, the burial was not one in which the coffin is dropped from up top and the concrete thrown in. Instead, the coffin slid sideways horizontally into the vault, so all that was left for the masons to do was to put some blocks at the side and plaster it.

The burial ground was up a hill in Richmond and was very cool. At one point, a strong gust of wind came by and a relative figured that was Wilhelmina Esme Graver saying her last goodbye.

Sleep on, sleep on in peace and tranquility.

Now we have to be back in this sea of concrete, this den of crime and playground for the wicked. Ugh.

Posted by yamfoot at March 7, 2004 11:29 PM