landscaping

“Today I will visit my grave. A piece of earth in a small cemetery. Not far from the Thunder Bay River. In the township of Maple Ridge. The place I grew up. Where everyday I was face-to-face with learning. With relating. With experiences that pushed and prodded, nudged me out of ignorance and stripped away innocence. The place I will be buried one day. I am only 33, but one can never be sure how many days are left. And sometimes it is good to stake your claim. Make your mark. To know something final. Put the end in sight. Give peace of mind.”