Mortality

We are born destined to die.

Recently my husband has finished his ancestral tree. So, we made plans to visit some of his great grandparents’ stomping grounds. To visit the cities and towns they found comfortable enough to call home.

This quest has been enlightening. Most places are so remote that the word self-sufficient comes to mind. Yet, so many of my husbands relatives begged to be known. Their headstones scream notice me. And so do many others. I noticed that people don’t want their loved ones or themselves to be forgotten.

Big grave markers that deteriorate. Few words that weather and fade. A marker of them existing here, in this area.

A mark if their mortality.

Maine

Visiting Maine off-season has clouded possibilities. You never know what will be open. It is like riding a bicycle for the first time. You make several attempts and fail. Well, some do. If you succeeded the first time, lucky you. Anyway, we are retired and have the time to explore off-season possibilities.

Some of the things we found to do are pleasant. We walked into a dessert store. (aka candy store with fudge and ice cream). They had a song playing that I liked. So I sang along. I mentioned to my husband that the song ended too soon. Someone overheard. That song was replayed the whole time we were there. Several employees sang, I sang. Who knew that walking into a store could be so entertaining.

What else can one do on a rainy Maine day? Enjoy and make the best if it!