July 18, 2015

It is the day for our final good-bye to my Uncle John and Aunt Midge.  Their ashes are being interred in the Scranton Township Cemetery where they join many relatives and friends.  They are sharing a plot with John's parents, Bert and Nina Grisso.  Also buried close by are three other children of Bert and Nina. Lena, George and Donald.

 John joins another sister and her husband as well as grandparents, great grandparents, and even his great-great grandparents are buried over only a few rows. There are many, many collateral relatives, aunts, uncles and cousins.

Aunt Midge's parents are buried just down the way as well as some of her aunts and uncles and cousins.

And friends. Everywhere one looks are headstones with familiar names. Many of these were high school friends of this couple or even wedding attendants. They remained friends for a lifetime. Some stayed local, but many had moved away like my aunt and uncle.  Today they have come home. 

I had the following lines from the play Our Town by Thornton Wilder read at my father's graveside.  I think I will want them at mine as well.

"We all know that something is eternal.  And it ain't houses and it ain't names, and it ain't earth, and it ain't even the stars...everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal, and that something has to do with human beings.  All the greatest people ever lived have been telling us that for five thousand years and yet you'd be surprised how people are always losing hold of it.  There's something way down deep that's eternal about every human being."  -Thornton Wilder, Our Town

May You Rest in Peace Together

You may wish to re-read the posts written about John and Midge listed below. 

In Loving Memory      

 

Twice Glad 

 

Dedication