Peonies from the yard, Memorial Day 2013
My dad died back in March. Of course I miss him.
The prospect of getting back to my blog about how much I love graveyards gave me the worst case of writers’ block I’ve ever had. I couldn’t decide what to say, how much to say. For a while, I wondered if I could keep the blog going at all.
But after all these months I’m finally able to walk into a cemetery and feel that quiet, timeless comfort again.
My grandfather chose this site. He always said we could throw a rock at his grave as we drove by.
My sisters and I haven’t marked his grave yet. I definitely have a new appreciation for the complexities of choosing tombstones.
The cemetery where he’s buried only allows stamped bronze markers, the kind mounted flush to the ground, but I’m determined to give taphophiles like me a better clue about how my dad lived his life than the typical phrase, “loving father and husband” provides. But how do you sum up a life in twenty words or less?
Here’s the epitaph I’ve come up with that seems to suit him best so far…
William Frederick Moore
May 9, 1932 – March 28, 2013
He loved his family, the great outdoors, and the two-step.
Dad caught this whopper at Table Rock Lake – a nineteen pounder!
I Dig Graves! 
I do not have a son. But if I did, I would want him to write me an epitaph like that. Your words sum up love.
Thank you, John.
A lovely tribute.
Thank you. He was a great guy.
That is a lovely epitaph. Well said.
Thinking of you,
Cathi
I appreciate the kind thoughts. Thanks.
Sorry to hear of your Dad’s passing. Your chosen words sound like a lovely tribute. Best regards.
Thank you, Graham.