Monday was an interesting day. I voluntarily drove up I-25 to Denver. That doesn’t happen often because I hate I-25. Traffic was not heavy, which I am thankful for. The weather was nice, not too hot, not too cold, and I was thankful for that too.
The purpose of my trip was a visit to my sister’s grave in Riverside Cemetery, Denver’s pioneer cemetery. The place is full of incredible monuments to founding Denver-ites, people who have streets named after them and such. Statues of men on horseback, mausoleums the size of tiny houses, and headstones that look like trees are all part of the interesting history of the place. There is also a new entrance, a dirt road at the back on the far side, opposite where you used to go in. No entry way landscaping, just a small sign with an arrow that made me think it was an afterthought. The original entry is fenced off, possibly because of traffic problems, I’m not certain.
They (whoever they are – the cemetery district?) quit watering this cemetery decades ago, so it is shabby now, and many of the once beautiful trees have succumbed to the stress of Colorado’s dry climate. Such is the case for the giant pine tree that used to shade my sister’s grave. Only a large round stump marks where the tree stood for so long. Now her stone stands stark and unprotected in a place that used to be so pretty and peaceful.
As I read her headstone, I realized that Pam has been gone for forty-one years. Unbelievable. For a while after Mom and Penny died a year and a half ago, I did not feel her with me. I guess we were both grieving and had to go it alone, but she is back with me now, sitting on my shoulder, once again telling me to be brave and get out there. Bravery came so much easier for her. So, I loaded up the kayak and out I go.
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