Tuesday Dec 28,2010

I decided that it was time to make sure that there was a plot available for Bryon back in Maynooth. There are already 4 Poots buried there and it was his request to be next to them.I didn't know the name of the cemetery so I contacted the funeral home in Bancroft, after all they should know the name and have a contact number. After mumerous phone calls and being deferred to different people I finally was given the information. Now to say that I am not the sharpest tack in the box at 6:00 on the morning is an understatement but none the less the funeral director gave me the contact and phone number which I wrote down. It was only later on when I tried to read what I had written that I discovered that I couldn't understand the numbers. As to not want to appear like a total dolt I decided to once again try to get the information. I emailed Hastings municipality asking for a contact name etc. Low and behold they replied with the contact name. Oh shit.....the persons name was someone who used to be good friends with Bryon and his previous wife. When the divorce happened it seems that she took it personally and wrote Bryon off. This hurt Bryon a lot so there was no way I was going to phone her. I was the wicked witch of the west! If it weren't for bad luck I would have none. Anyhow this wasn't getting his plot so I sat down and tried different combinations for the illegable number I had. Low and behold after about 4 tired I got the right person. Let's face it, in a town the size of Maynooth it must seem weird to have some westerner calling and asking it they were the contact person for Emmanual Cemetery.Long and short of it is Bryon is going home next summer.

The hydro was off for about 5 hours last night so I sat in candlelight and contemplated life. What I decided is ..there is no meaning of life, what counts is how people remember you when you are dead..that's it. You just make your way through each day and hope that someone remembers you well.

People say that "it will get better" Nothing can ever be better than the love and friendship we shared, now that is gone, hidden in my heart.