A few weeks ago, after finding Adam's obituary, I was able to determine where he was buried, though a website called, Findagrave.com. I know, weird, right? Trust me, this is a dream site for genealogists. At first I found the record of where they were laid to rest. They also have a feature on the site where you can put in a request for a photo and if someone near that grave site sees it, maybe they will do this for you. On a lark, not expecting a reply, I listed Adam and Bessie.
A complete stranger, named (ironically) Chrissy, picked up my request, went to the cemetery, and found them for me. She took this picture and posted it today. A COMPLETE STRANGER did this for me....
Wow. Just wow.
It gave me chills. I'm a little overwhelmed by it actually.
And kind of a little sad.
I mean it's not like I expected to find him alive and well somewhere. I know he's 126. And I even know how he died. He had a heart attack. He was only 59. He's in Watertown NY, not Syracuse.
It overwhelms me that my 26 year old man has no idea he is going to die of a heart attack at 59 and I do. Bess has no idea she's to live the last 20 years of her life without him.
At this point I should note that my friend Deanna called today because she's thinks I'm going a little overboard in my devotion to (my) Adam. (It was that lap comment from last night.)
Sometimes when I read it, and, for instance, he talks about his boss Bill, and then later Bill gets fired, it's almost comical-Like I'm omniscient or something. And I want to assure the February Adam that in April, Babcock will be his boss. It's all going to be ok. And on the night Bess gets mad over the shoes, I want to whisper in his ear, "It's ok, by Saturday you'll be sleigh riding with her and you have 'a fine time.'" (I love his use of the word fine.)
I know all of our lives are like that.We have no idea what is around the next corner, and sometimes it's so far off from what we think or imagine. We never know. However, in this case, in a few instances, I DO know what's around the corner for Adam, a little of it anyway.
I know you can get all kinds of published diaries out there and experience the same thing, that's nothing new. It's his real handwriting on the actual pages that make such an impression on me. I don't know and it's a little hard to explain.
But I see that diary in my hands and then this picture above and hope the years between 1910 and 1943 were Fine ones....