My interest in cemeteries began at an early age. As a toddler I would fall asleep looking out my bedroom window towards Hillview Cemetery. Hillview as suggested is positioned on a hill, our home was at the top of this hill which made for a wonderful view. My brother and I would venture through this cemetery almost daily to reach the park on the other side.
After my family moved it would be several years before I found myself in any cemetery. In the meanwhile a friend and I began burial services in my sandbox, for all the little creatures we found throughout the neighborhood. Perhaps this seems morbid but I love animals and felt they deserved a proper burial.
My Great Grandmother lived at Woodingford lodge Retirement Home. I remember playing shuffle board with my brother in the visitors area. The visitors area had a large window which looked out upon Anglican/Presbyterian Cemetery. My Great Grandmother use to joke about it being her future home. At the age of eight I would ride my bike to Anglican/Presbyterian Cemetery. When I got there I would walk around reading the stones then sit and write for hours. I felt safe and wasn't afraid to be myself there.
It wasn't long before my Great Grandmother passed away then a few years later my Grandmother. Both of their remains rest in Hillview Cemetery. Every time I visit a cemetery I'm reminded of them and of my childhood when life was simple and I feel at home.