{"id":4031,"date":"2021-06-14T22:19:45","date_gmt":"2021-06-14T22:19:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/?p=4031"},"modified":"2023-03-25T22:23:42","modified_gmt":"2023-03-25T22:23:42","slug":"a-quiet-visit-on-a-dry-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/a-quiet-visit-on-a-dry-day\/","title":{"rendered":"A quiet visit on a dry day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Today was a good day to visit Mum and Dad at Mountain View Cemetery<\/strong>. They&#8217;re on the Rose Wall of the Vancouver Crematorium, right next to each other, Angela first, then James.<\/p>\n<p>As I write this, I&#8217;ve just gone to see Mum and Dad and wipe off their lettering. The roses in the little garden below them look weather-beaten, but their memory is safe up on their wall next to their neighbours.<\/p>\n<p>On the way in, I passed the biggest monument around, belonging to a &#8220;Mr. William Dick&#8221;. It really stood out. I guess ol&#8217; Willy had something to prove.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m now sitting by a little fountain listening to it bubble, and hearing the birds sing and a crow call. It&#8217;s actually a nice place to hang out after a brief visit. In spite of being right on the intersection of 41st and Fraser, once you&#8217;re a little ways into the grounds, it&#8217;s not as noisy. I saw a squirrel prancing and jumping across the grass, scooting over the plaques to get to his next tree, and for the past few minutes I&#8217;ve been hearing conversation and laughter from a group down the lane behind me, sharing their good stories.<\/p>\n<p>I guess today&#8217;s lesson is that it&#8217;s not all just tears and remorse at the cemetery. It&#8217;s kind of nice too. But the wind is picking up and I&#8217;m sure we&#8217;ll have a big dowsing of rain later, so I&#8217;d better go home.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/finding-the-rose-wall\/img_20200603_124149922\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1718\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-1718 size-large\" src=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/IMG_20200603_124149922-1024x177.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"474\" height=\"82\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/IMG_20200603_124149922-1024x177.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/IMG_20200603_124149922-300x52.jpg 300w, https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/IMG_20200603_124149922-768x132.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 474px) 100vw, 474px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"pdfprnt-buttons pdfprnt-buttons-post pdfprnt-bottom-right\"><a href=\"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4031?print=pdf\" class=\"pdfprnt-button pdfprnt-button-pdf\" target=\"_blank\" ><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/plugins\/pdf-print\/images\/pdf.png\" alt=\"image_pdf\" title=\"View PDF\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4031?print=print\" class=\"pdfprnt-button pdfprnt-button-print\" target=\"_blank\" ><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-content\/plugins\/pdf-print\/images\/print.png\" alt=\"image_print\" title=\"Print Content\" \/><\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today was a good day to visit Mum and Dad at Mountain View Cemetery. They&#8217;re on the Rose Wall of the Vancouver Crematorium, right next to each other, Angela first, then James. As I write this, I&#8217;ve just gone to see Mum and Dad and wipe off their lettering. The roses in the little garden &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/a-quiet-visit-on-a-dry-day\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">A quiet visit on a dry day<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1718,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4031","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-memoirs","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4031","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4031"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4031\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4036,"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4031\/revisions\/4036"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1718"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4031"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4031"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ejohnlovebooks.com\/true-life\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4031"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}