Chapel

I was walking today through Lake View cemetery (a very beautiful place in Cleveland, OH). I usually love walking in parks, but something about 50+ weather, gorgeous colors made it even more beautiful. As I went through the Garfield memorial ( the 20th president was buried in Cleveland) I stumbled upon Wade Chapel. As I walked into this marvelous piece of art and worship, I made a contact with the gatekeeper. He looked vaguely familiar. A couple of seconds later I realized that he was my person that I talked to when we visited assisted living facility for community clinicals. He was 90 year old man in perfect health for his age. He told me about his life, what he did when he was younger, about his children. He also told me that he was about to go pick his wife up from a manor to go out for dinner. She wasn't doing very well. There he was keeping watch on this great monument, Sunday afternoon. I wonder how many times he has sat down there when he was alone and asked God for healing for his wife. Asking Him, if there is anything to do to alleviate her pain. I guess I'll never know.

I smiled to him, but did not say anything else. With HIPPA laws I wasn't sure what the correct behavior would have been, but just in case I didn't say anything. It seemed like he rememebred me as well, but did not say anything.

As I walking back, I took a mental picture of a man walking towards the chapel, praying for all of us, guarding what makes us, us.

Darina