This weekend has been one of reflection and remembering all my loved ones I don't have anymore.
And I remembered, my grandfather, who I so wish would've written a story of his life, he was friggin' interesting! But he didn't have a high school education and wasn't good with words and punctuation, so he wouldn't write it down. Anyway, side bar there -- my grandfather lost my grandmother very young, she was 45 and had cervical cancer. She left him with 5 kids. Thankfully, most were old enough to start marrying off.
But, every time he went to my grandmother's grave, he left coins on her headstone. Money to pay the ferryman. Now, apparently my grandmother was on an installment plan. Not sure her boat fare got completely paid before my grandfather was no longer physically able to put those coins on there for her. Hopefully Charon didn't throw her out midstream to dog paddle her way to shore among the doomed souls.
Just a random story.