She was a gentle loving mouse. Prisoner for four years. Always had a smile, devoted to the children. In her old age the twins helped her with water therapy and groomed her with their fingertips.
Bellefontaine Cemetery. Opened in St. Louis 1850 with the thought that an out of town burying ground would reduce deaths from cholera (graveyard vapors thought to contribute to cholera). Went to visit great great granddad who died in STL in 1854 of Cholera.
This is my grave of destiny here must I ever lie. The path I’ve trod through all my life has ended so let me die. All my life I’ve wondered just when my turn would come. And with a very honest hope my destiny is won But if I’ve won no one will know And all should wonder why A man as good and kind as I should really have to die.
but the money that is spared on my memory suppresses my memory in posterity, and that which I fail to achieve in my life for my memory will not be made good by you or any other after my death —Maximilian I
Sophie died five years ago today. We’d been on our morning walk. Back at the house she died.
She lay in state for the day in her nest next to the window.Friends came to visit, say one last goodbye. Tears were shed.Sophie went the distance, she was almost 16.We buried her at sunset, planted a quercus robur on top her grave.This photo was taken November 17, 2015, the last made while she was alive.
Really. I am fine. Knock on wood. So far. 30 pack-years. Used to remove asbestos with bare hands, snack on lead paint, eat oranges covered with molybendum grease. Fine today.
