Reading tombstones with children can be quite cathartic.
Driving through Cross Island Road in Talofofo we decided to pull over and converse with the dead… Ahem, visiting with a dear friend of mine, long passed.
After having a good cry and laugh with Bobax, my friend, on the other side. My children and I began to walk among the other resting places of other people’s loved ones. Honoring and connecting the fleeting feeling of life in the wind, trees and birds chirping in the distance.
Most the tombstones had a religious message or some insightful statement to impart some life lived lesson. Then a message etched in stone came through loud and clear that I couldn’t help but express my elation with a witchy laugh.
It read “28 years in public accounting down the drain. Might as well join the Peace Core.”
It was one the sweetest, sincerest most and humbling couple of hours of life seeing my children honoring the lives of these individuals wondering how they lived and how they loved.
But by far my favorite moment was watching my kids be sweet and sincere with each other as they explored a world beneath the surface.