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Second post this week about immortality. Wonder if that means anything?
The other day I ran through the cemetery where Janet Christiansen is buried. I’ve previously posted about Janet here, here, here and here, and how in some way her murder touched a nerve in me, although I have no connection whatever to her or her family.
As I often do, I take wildflowers to place on her grave whenever I run by. On this day I noticed a lone Queen Anne’s Lace right along the roadside. The shoulder had been mowed by the township within the past couple weeks and plant growth remained quite low (4-5 inches)…except for this single Queen Anne’s Lace that stood up about a foot or so. All by itself. And seen by me just because I happened to glance over at the opposite side of the road.
So I picked it and carried it along the 2 miles or so to Janet Christiansen’s grave. I placed it there and just sorta stood awhile thinking about life and death, the luck of the draw, and immortality. I don’t try to communicate with Janet, it’s not that kind of thing. It's not a weird sort of stalking of the dead. I just am moved to ponder stuff when I consciously pick a flower and put it there.
Anyway, rest in peace. Will be back soon.