Dead Mans Wish
P1 A Dead Man's Wish Ryan Bunker
I liked going early, For some reason it felt right. I don’t know if its just because I am the only one there or maybe just because the road beside the graveyard isn’t as busy with traffic. The reason doesn’t matter, Its just a personal tradition of mine I suppose. Anyway, I arrived a bit later than I usually did, I had to pick up a bunch of flowers from the shop instead of usually just picking them from the garden. The harsh, Winters cold, had killed all of mine off. Grandfathers grave was right at the end of the graveyard, beside the old oak tree where he used to draw.
I started to walk slowly towards the gravestone. I always hated walking past every single gravestone. It was always very depressing as if as soon as I took a few steps in to the graveyard my mood would turn sour, however it is a graveyard. Not Disney land. Finally, I reached the stone. I never really liked its position. It sat right in the middle of the tall larger gravestones making granddads look insignificant and unimportant. I complained about this various times but I just got the same reply every damn time from the landlord such as “They're too heavy to lift” and “Moving them would ruin the graveyards appearance” - Its a graveyard! It's not supposed to look like the botanic gardens! Pathetic.
The gravestone itself was made out of a pure white marble but over the years the stone had been covered with grime and moss, only revealing small glimmers of marble. These past few months I noticed it getting more and more dirty, so I thought, for once, I would clean it. So after reciting a small prayer and laying the shop bought flowers down, I began to clean it. I firstly,
I liked going early, For some reason it felt right. I don’t know if its just because I am the only one there or maybe just because the road beside the graveyard isn’t as busy with traffic. The reason doesn’t matter, Its just a personal tradition of mine I suppose. Anyway, I arrived a bit later than I usually did, I had to pick up a bunch of flowers from the shop instead of usually just picking them from the garden. The harsh, Winters cold, had killed all of mine off. Grandfathers grave was right at the end of the graveyard, beside the old oak tree where he used to draw.
I started to walk slowly towards the gravestone. I always hated walking past every single gravestone. It was always very depressing as if as soon as I took a few steps in to the graveyard my mood would turn sour, however it is a graveyard. Not Disney land. Finally, I reached the stone. I never really liked its position. It sat right in the middle of the tall larger gravestones making granddads look insignificant and unimportant. I complained about this various times but I just got the same reply every damn time from the landlord such as “They're too heavy to lift” and “Moving them would ruin the graveyards appearance” - Its a graveyard! It's not supposed to look like the botanic gardens! Pathetic.
The gravestone itself was made out of a pure white marble but over the years the stone had been covered with grime and moss, only revealing small glimmers of marble. These past few months I noticed it getting more and more dirty, so I thought, for once, I would clean it. So after reciting a small prayer and laying the shop bought flowers down, I began to clean it. I firstly,