Today was one of the main reasons we came east. It was the
day of Jon’s mom’s unveiling. For those who don’t know, an unveiling is
literally the “unveiling” of the marker or tombstone on a grave, usually done
around a year after the death. No
trip to a cemetery is ever easy. Memories come flooding back of the loved ones
life and death. For some it marks the first visit to the grave since the
funeral. For others, it’s the first time ever seeing the grave. The whole family was there…sons,
daughters-in-laws, grandchildren and even a great grand child. The cantor said
and sung some prayers, the marker was unveiled, we reflected and then it was
over. To commemorate the day, we all had brunch at one of Phyllis’s favorite
restaurants on the water. And we took the wonderful pictures we always take
when we’re together...all the grandchildren, and the three brothers.
The rest of the Boston part of the trip was the stuff of
Kodak memories. Time spent at family’s houses, talking, laughing, and remembering. Playing with Russell, the family’s
newest and most adorable addition.
There were of course a couple of annoying, if not humorous events, such
as the obnoxious lady who stole a parking spot from under our noses. Our hand
gestures and choice words provided some needed solace. There was the downpour we missed by
seconds, where we were “stuck” in an ice cream store. Shucks.
On Monday, Jon, Jess and I were tourists again. We walked
the Boston Common and the Public Gardens.
We ate at a great diner in Beacon Hill, where I embarrassed Jessie by
telling her to go save a table, where she was promptly shown a large sign on
the wall telling the story of why they don’t allow saving tables. Oops.
On Tuesday there was shopping on Newbury Street, Duck Boats
and gorgeous views from The Top of the Hub. There was a baseball game at Fenway
Park where we were lucky enough to sit in the Boston Herald box, and were
treated to food, drink, great people, time on the field, & Jon meeting some
of his heroes. Jon was our hero for arranging that special night.
And then, just like that, the trip to Boston that was a year
in the making was over. Everyone was leaving to go back to their own
lives. But what wonderful memories
we made in the short time we were there. Smiles and tears, miles disappear, together
for a time…sublime.
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