Maybe Holes Are to Dig

Betty M.

November 24, 2008

Long ago – not so long ago, really – months after Cork died, I was downsizing our backyard. I knew I could no longer keep it the way it was. The joy of having it was working with it, together.

We had already leveled the raised flower garden and planted a lawn. We gave up the vegetable garden plot that grew among the sweet peas, against the back wall. Lettuce, green beans, peas, tomatoes, onions, radishes, potatoes grew – all the ingredients for healthy meals. Melons (our dogs enjoyed them – we never got one). Gone, our collection of 25 rosebushes. Taken down was the swing and sheltered gazebo where we watched the stars, many a time — the redwood was getting too frail to trust.

All that was left to remove were the brick edgings, here and there. Digging up bricks, one day, we hit on something hard – couldn’t be a rock; couldn’t be a brick. The hole we dug around it stood filled with water, every day, for two days. Finally, unexpectedly, something moved – slowly but surely the shovel got underneath and up popped a big red brick and with it, a message scratched on top:

Betty
I’ll love you forever
Cork, 1956

Shocked – yes
Speechless – yes
Smiling – yes
Tears – a few, but what a gift!

So, my dear friends, a hole is to dig and may be special and worthy of the effort.
In it may be a gift from the past — precious history — a message ‘to’ the future.

Shocked – yes
Speechless – yes
Smiling – yes
Tears – a few, but what a gift!

So, my dear friends, a hole is to dig and may be special and worthy of the effort.
In it may be a gift from the past — precious history — a message ‘to’ the future.

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2 responses to “Maybe Holes Are to Dig

  1. Betty- That is an incredible story. What are the odds that you would ever find it! It’s almost like some spirit was guiding you toward that brick.

  2. Betty- I have read this a couple of times now and each time I cry. Cork’s brick message to you is what life is all about. The whole meaning of life in its simplicity written on a brick. You and Cork were each others beloved. I wish everyone in the world experienced that kind of love. Thank you so much for sharing, for giving hope to the world.

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