No More Ice Cream
Two pictures today, from Lafayette Cemetery in New Orleans, in honor of a family death. It turns out this will be our final memory of him.
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Some graveyards are really ugly with these cemented graves as if people were afraid that the deaths would come out again. I didn’t know that you have them too. In Belgium all grave yards are like that. Depressing. In Germany they look like parks with lots of plants, trees and flowers.
I’m sorry to hear about grandpa. But that story with the ice cream and asking to go home was so sweet. You did the right thing letting him eat ice cream with great grandpa.
condolences…
Oh, I’m tearing up. What a great final memory to have of his great-grandpa.
Your lad can stand tall knowing the part he had in making great-grandpa a happy man toward the end. Sorry to hear about your grandfather’s death. Those two photos, though, are really a nice way to imagine his body’s resting place.
This is an amazing place. It speaks to me of our desire to remember and to assure ourselves of some kind of eternity. It’s beautiful.
I’m very sorry to hear about your husband’s grandpa. But that is a beautiful memory of the last time you saw him. The simplicity of sharing ice cream, even if it meant your son would end up itchy, probably meant a lot to him.
My condolences. And yes - what a beautiful last memory.
I so enjoyed reading about the ice cream the first time you posted it and then again today. What a fitting tribute and lovely memory of great-grandpa.
I was sorry to learn of your family’s loss.
Condolences…
ARU, I’m so sorry about Husband’s Grandfather. But that post and those memories are a great eulogy to his life.
gattina, I believe that cemetaries which use crypts (as in ARU’s photographs) do so for practical reasons. New Orleans - like Belgium - is at or below sea level and the high water table does not permit burials below ground.
I prefer the aesthetics of the crypts. Cemetaries that look like golf courses seem insubstantial. And creepy.
I am sorry about your grandpa. He left you all with a sweet memory.
Bitter Sweet. Thank you for sharing with us.