THERE’S THE BENCHES, of course. The ones that carry stories and thoughts. Someone’s loved one’s favourite place is where you stand. You see what they saw many times, what they fell in love with, what they had to say goodbye to and what lives on way beyond our passing.
If it’s just me and the dog stopping the ‘memory benches’, I like to whisper hello and say their name. In a world that moves too fast around us and we are always hungry for time but scatter it mindlessly too often, these benches and their messages for eternity remind me of what’s important.
Then, there’s the unofficial memorial sites that pop up. There are a couple of them on each side of the creek, up on each side. Flowers, a couple of toys, a small cross. No name, but a powerful reminder in a place where you are bound to remember them.