4. Over the Rainbow
This Haiku (Japanese short-poem) was written by my Grandma who dearly loved me. Those words are engraved on a score book made of dark gray stone. My epitaph, and my Dad's (who passed away a year after I died), are engraved on the score too. The gravestone is made of pink granite in the shape of an acoustic guitar that I used to play. On the side of the water basin, a copy of a treble clef my sister drew is engraved. In the vault are two white pots of my Dad's and my ashes. Other than that Mom enterred two blue pots with us, too, so that we could have something to remember. In my blue pot, which I made, she filled with my toys! Miniature cars, a tiny kite, a top, robots, LEGO figures, Grandpa's Longine and silver Zippo. Covered with a pure white handkerchief, my guitar pick was put on top by my sister with such deep affection. In the midst of the woods, there is plenty of greenery and flowers, and the air is rarefied. Birds are singing and a couple of white butterflies are flying. Mom and my sister bring beautiful flowers every time they come here. Red and yellow roses, sunflowers, blue delpheniums and red sonias. They lit a candle. In spring it floats on the water in the shape of a cherry blossom petal, and in summer, they bring a square candle where shells and fishes are suspended in blue jelly! A scent of aloeswood incense blows softly in the wind, and vanishes in the air.
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