Tread lightly: Every path carries a story within
KAMLOOPS — There’s the benches of course. The ones that carry stories and thoughts. Someone’s loved one’s favourite place is where you stand. You see what they saw many times, what they fell in love with, what they had to say goodbye to and what lives on way beyond our passing. If it’s just me and the dog stopping the ‘memory benches’, I like to whisper hello and say their name. In a world that moves too fast around us and we are always hungry for time but scatter it mindlessly too often, these benches and their messages for eternity remind me of what’s important.
Then, there’s the unofficial memorial sites that pop up. There are a couple of them on each side of the creek, up on each side. Flowers, a couple of toys, a small cross. No name, but a powerful reminder in a place where you are bound to remember them.
Last fall I came across two roses in Peterson Creek Park, right under the highway bridge. The landscape around them was already bitten by the frost, but the two fresh flowers were telling a story of their own. You could say they fell or were thrown off from a car up on the highway, but the way they were so carefully arranged hinted to a story of some sort. Happy or sad, a life story nonetheless, and a mystery, like so many others.
A week ago, under the same highway bridge, I noticed a wooden cross with a fresh bouquet of flowers attached to it. On the other side of the path, on what almost looks like narrow shelves on the retaining wall, more bouquets and a couple of small objects. There was a letter too, but I did not read it. It is not mine to read. The universality of that pain of losing someone dearly loved that is contained in that place.