Yesterday, Rita and I went to the cemetery where her parents are buried.  It’s about 40 minutes away from us, in the Newark Airport area. In general, I enjoy visiting cemeteries. They are clean, neat, and sometimes you come across interesting epitaphs.  I remember reading on the Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow:

[Name]

[Date of Birth] – [Date of Passing]

Chief Physician of Botkin’s Hospital.

And that’s it.

     So, I’m walking around this cemetery, and all the inscriptions are practically the same, lacking any imagination. This got me thinking.  I said to Rita, “I don’t need a monument from our children and grandchildren.  We leave them so much that it’s probably not quite right to write ‘from children and grandchildren,’ even if they’re perpetually mourning.”

“Right,” she says. “It’s a gift.”

“And it’s on our account,” I add.

“So, what do you want?”

“Let it be written:

It was a Good Life!

go to www.linberghome.com

– She laughs.