I hadn’t been there since the burial. Frankly I don’t feel our grandparents are anywhere near their graves; I think they’re hanging out in more familiar places, if they’re hanging out at all. But graves are traditional, designated points of communication with the dead unless you’re a weirdo & have gone through the trouble of officiating some other more convenient spot (which I have not, by the way), & graves should be visited every so often if only for form’s sake.
I had some Nutter Butters for my grandfather & roasted nori for my grandmother. Yeah, I’m a pagan. I intended to ask for power over the elements or something. I’m joking. No, really.
Hawaii Memorial Park is a big place. You need to drive through the cemetery along its various little roads, & I only knew the general direction that Audrey & I needed to go. I knew it was to the right & up, because I remembered the spot itself being at the top of a hill. It’s a nice spot. Even without any shade it’s cool & breezy, & the view is nice. You could totally BBQ there. Well, not really. But it’s a nice spot.
So Audrey & I drove slowly along various roads until we came to a spot that was definitely not the spot we wanted to go, although it seems almost all spots in there are quite pleasant. At the bottom of a turnaround we paused to look at a large gathering of feral chickens. There were all kinds, of all colors. There was a lull in the clucking as they all stopped & looked at us. Audrey & I made a few ghetto jokes.
We looked at them from the car. I snapped a few pictures.
I found myself mesmerized by 2 chicks standing only a few feet from the car, who began cheeping, cutely, at me. They were so cute. I took a couple of pictures of them. On a side note the pictures weren’t as cute today when I went through them. Chicks, & perhaps chickens in general, possess some kind of glamour that doesn’t translate in photographs. Maybe it was this very glamour that confused my senses such that I didn’t realize that the chickens were, as one, slowly surrounding &, the only sound the hypnotic cheeping of the chicks, closing in. It was Audrey that pointed it out, & some vague feeling of doom caused me to put my camera on video. Maybe they would only find our bones. But I would leave behind a record of what happened to us.