Before my dad died, it was important to him to have his (and Mum’s) headstone in place, designed to their specifications. Fortunately, he had the time to make those arrangements, and I think it made his leaving a little easier for him.
Lately, as I’ve travelled about, I’ve been noticing memorial benches. I first saw them in a Toronto park, part of a commemorative program administered by the City of Toronto Parks Department. You can purchase a hardwood tree for $738, or a bench with a personalized plaque for $2530. I’ve seen these benches while biking the rails-to-trails system here in Nova Scotia, and more recently at the Village Pier Park on St. Simon’s Island, Georgia.
There are dozens of these wooden benches scattered around the grounds, in the shade of live oaks or this 100 year-old cedar tree, or in the glorious sunshine, overlooking the ocean out front of the library building. Lots of weddings, and also funerals, are held on this lawn, or in the atrium adjacent to the library. I read most of the plaques, and had to take pictures of some of my favourites. To me, this is a perfect way to honour someone’s life, while providing a beautiful resting place to sit and remember that person (if it’s someone you knew, or just sit and reflect if not). Here are some of the most poignant epitaphs:
Don’t you just love the idea of “Dayclean” – the time before dawn when the world is made fresh again?
If you ever get a chance to sit on one of these benches, maybe you’ll catch a glimpse of these guys, keeping watch over the pier. Have you encountered any interesting memorials in your travels?
6 thoughts on “A Bench for Remembering”
There were memorial benches along the stretch of beach near my home in Vancouver. I always felt so honoured to be able to sit and watch the water or read my book on these benches dedicated to someone’s loved one. A wonderful idea.
There is something intrinsically peaceful about them. Now I have to decide where I’d like to have one…
How wistful these are. I used to read obituaries of the in-famous when we still got the local paper daily, and each became a novel in my mind.
Oh, yes. I’m obsessed with obituaries, and we still get the daily paper, so I really get to look closely at them. Reading such things online turns me into a skimmer, I find.
Nice to see these pretty and inviting memorials. I’ve noticed them along some of the Maine cliff walks–a nice remembrance.
The plaques always make me wonder. I didn’t know you live in Maine – my sister and I have a little adventure in the beautiful Bar Harbor area every summer.