Memories of Another Day (52 page)

Daniel looked at me. "So this is where it all began. I never knew."

*'No one ever knew/' I said. "I wouldn't have known if he hadn't shown me. And it was here I began to learn about the goodness of him and how much I really loved him."

We went back up the knoll to the cemetery. The grave was almost ready. Fmally the two gravediggers climbed out and placed the two-by-fours across the open grave. They laid the heavy canvas straps across the planks, then went down the knoll to where the hearse was waiting.

We watched as they were jomed by the driver and his assistant and took the coffin out of the hearse. Slowly, carefully, they made their way up the knoll. Despite the cold, I could see the sweat standing on their faces as they walked past us to place the coffin on the two-by-fours. They stepped back, each man taking up an end of the canvas strap, and looked at us expectantly.

I turned to Daniel. He and I had agreed that we did not want a minister. He nodded. The man pulled on the straps, raising the coffin slightly. I kicked one two-by-four out of the way; Daniel kicked the other. Slowly, the men lowered the coffin into the grave. Just as it settled to the bottom they snapped the canvas straps loose and brought them up.

Daniel and I bent down and each of us picked up a handful of earth and threw it into the grave on top of the coffin. Quickly the two men began to shovel back the earth. At first, it rattled hollowly against the wood, but gradually the sound grew muffled. At last they were finished, and giving the earth a few final pats with their spades, they went down the knoll, leaving the twoof us alone.

Daniel looked at me. I nodded. He turned back to the grave. His voice husky and low.

'*Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home fi-om the hill."

I looked and saw the tears running down Daniel's cheeks. I reached for my brother's hand and held it tightly. ''If you listen, Daniel, you can hear him."

It was like a whisper on the breeze.

**ThankyoUy my sons/'

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HnnS

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