Oaklawn Cemetery is a modest, little graveyard in Fairfield Connecticut, where my father, along with his mother, Mary, is buried.
He’s surrounded by other World War II Veterans, so my grandmother rests a bit east from where he lies.
It pleases me to know she’s there, looking after him the way she always did, almost hearing her affectionately call out…
“Frankie, time for supper…wash up.”
When I read that Mary Tyler Moore was laid to rest at Oaklawn, I couldn’t help but to smile, since my dad loved her so as Laura Petrie, Rob Pertrie’s wife on the old Dick Van Dyke show.
I think Mary reminded him of my mother, in her little, black capri pants and turtlenecks, when she was young and eager to just be a wife and mom.
Now, all these years later, they’ll be friends and neighbors, and who knows…maybe something more.
My father, who could fix almost anything, can go repair her fridge or air-conditioner. She can regale him with stories about Sally, Buddy, Alan and Mel.
He had such little joy in his short life, I bask in the imagery of a funny, friendly, flirty afterlife.
And now, when Gramma calls him to eat, she’ll say…
“Frankie, time for supper, and make sure you bring Mary.” 🙂