The father of a very dear friend, passed away recently, Rodney was 86, he had been a dentist, and he also had a lovely sense of humour.
This is the epitaph he wrote for himself.
Stranger pause, pray for the soul
Of him who fills here his last hole;
He was a faithful farrier of fangs,
A pacifier of painful pangs,
For planted "neath this humble sod
Is he on earth 'twas known as Rod.
Stranger pause - your tear let drop
For he no more your tooth can stop;
Alas on earth he's done with caries
He's gone aloft to join the fairies.
To carry on Junie's theme about getting jobs done, two years ago we purchased some paving bricks, the idea was to not have so much garden, weeds etc., to take care of. About six months ago the sand to lay them on was aquired, and now, finally this week the first of them have been laid, no guarantee when the job will be finished, but one lives in hope.
A friend is a present you give to yourself.
About Me
- Jacqui
- Hi The Bear Lady here,I'm married to my wonderful husband Walter,I have three sons and two daughters,15 grandchildren,aged from 25 to 6 mths,2 great-grandsons In my lifetime I have moved 28 times, 2 of them across the country and back, I have lived in my little house here in beautiful Bridgetown,with Walter and the bears,for almost 10 years the longest I have been anywhere and God willing this is where I will end my days.
4 comments:
Hi Jacqui ~~ I liked the Rodney epitaph.
What fun to write your own. I sa one
once on the net "I told you I was sick".
I told Ann that I would not do a Red Hat thingo, but maybe you would.
Had a great time with Geoff and Joanne
and gave him your message. Now he lives
with the tall buildings.
I hope you get the pavers finished ~
look smart there Walter. Love, Merle.
Jacqui,
I had the same idea for an area of our yard...a little garden area where we used to have chickens!
Last summer we did a lot of work there, building flowerbeds with huge rocks a neighbor gave us (very hard work) putting in lots of plants. I had in mind walkways with paving stones-maybe even a small fish pond-LOL- that part never got underway at all- now, it's all weedy in the whole area!
...but after the trellis, I better just keep quiet! No telling what might happen if I bring up the subject. :)
Junie
I was halfway joking about you two and the "red hats".
However, the mental image still stays with me.
Nice epitaph. Perhaps we should all write our own.
A self penned epitaph.... hmmm I could do that, take some of the risk of nobody being able to think of anything nice to say about me.
You probably heard from Marcus that we played a tape of my Dad reciteing "A Bush Christening" at his funeral, it was very moving.
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