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We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - (Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient)
Boy in a Boat Forest Hill Cemetery Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts (Boston) Also erected with the monument was a marble bench with a moveable drawer (since removed), where the grieving mother could come to clean the glass, polish its brass fitting, place flowers, and do other duties as she saw fit. Due to financial reverses, Mme. Mieusset’s private income ceased, and she went to work as a domestic on Beacon Hill.
Forbidden to marry a servant girl he loved. Sent to Europe for a year by his parents. Returned to find his love had been deported by his father, died of a broken heart. His distraught parents built this tomb over his grave. Father, mother, son and angel occupy the tomb. Father was named Blocher. He invented the last design for shoes. Located in Buffalo NY Forest Lawn Cemetery.
We reach to higher levels of understanding, for our emotions and thoughts to become 'lighter' . . . Trappings would include negative images (bloody pictures, pictures of people in pain), violent sounds, things that help the body more than the soul to feel 'good.') We are spirit. We strive to keep our body under control!