Last night I did as I said I would do and ventured into the crypt.
It was awfully cold, spooky and dark, but there was something about being in there that eased me.
Ancestors lined the walls in their stone caskets; I was shocked to see dates that go as far back as five hundred years.
My mothers sarcophagus however was not contained within the tomb.
I was deeply saddened by this until I noticed a door at the far back of the crypt that led to a passageway, this passageway in turn led to another door.
My dear mother rests beyond that door.
She doesn’t actually reside within the crypt itself; instead she has been laid to rest on a specially built balcony that overlooks the ocean.
The balcony floor is somehow coated with grass, roses and other botanical wonders, she always did (apparently, I never really knew her) love the outdoors and I think its wonderful, lovely and extremely romantic of my father to take all this into consideration when picking her place of eternal rest.
Hmm, it’s snowing again, and quite heavily I might add… I can’t see a thing through it.
It looks like tonight will be a cold night for all, a shame really because I’m just about to climb into bed… I love watching the snow.
Ta-ta for now
Ellie
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