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  • Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
  • Theme: Inspirational
  • Subject: Family
  • Published: 09/21/2022

Once Was Lost

By Gerald R Gioglio
Born 1947, M, from Colorado Springs, CO, United States
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Once Was Lost

There are no coincidences in the universe, only convergences of Will, Intent, and Experience. — Neale Donald Walsch

We entered the wrong gate. Who knew there was more than one.
Then again, it had been years since either my daughter Dawn or I visited the graves of my parents and grandparents—her “Granny” and “Pop” and maternal great grandparents. But, on my visit to New Jersey, we agreed that stopping to reconnect with deceased family members would be an important part of our agenda.

Granny and Pop died in the 1980s, joining my grandparents in the same resting place. I admit, over the next 30-odd years I visited all too infrequently. Regrettably, I let family, job and life take priority; it seemed like all things involved in building a life conspired against finding time to come, be nostalgic and pray.

I’ve heard that after three generations, the memory that the deceased once walked this earth fades. Sadly, their lives, love and passing ultimately exceeds the reach of oral tradition, recollection and heart. All too often, gravesites become unvisited, abandoned and ultimately forgotten.

Looking around, you could not escape the truth of this assertion. Here, this day as every day, the forgotten were legion, as descendants moved on with all things human and alive. Sadly, I realized that unless my grandson took to visiting, when my daughter and I were gone, the graves of our ancestors would join the forgotten masses. But not today. We brought roses to place on the gravesite and were determined to find and reconnect with them.

In the back of my mind, I recalled my boyhood and young adult visits, simply driving in, taking the first right and parking the car. I vaguely remembered some sort of monument that towered over the graves of three priests. From there it was a short walk to our family’s gravesite. But what monument? There were masses of them; crosses, statuary and cherubs of all types marked the grounds silently vying for attention.

But this day, we entered the wrong gate. And on this ninety-degree, muggy New Jersey day, we came across a sign indicating the tiny cemetery office was closed the very day we were there. I realized we were hopelessly lost in this land of crumbling memorials, wistfulness and anticipation.

As we searched, I paused, not just to get my bearings, but for the first time, to take a minute to see, hear and feel the place. St. Peter’s graveyard was vast--generations old--with faded, molded, blackened and fragile gravestones dating back pre-civil war. When walking the grounds, despite being next to a busy county highway, it seemed like a tranquil silence enveloped both earth and sky. The leaves on the trees flickered back and forth in the light breeze, seemingly going from an intense green to a silvery reflection of sunlight.

Then too, I felt the spiritual power of this place; understanding that love was not only interred here but oscillated throughout the area. Love, like you see in the eyes of your baby, hear in the sighs of your lover, feel when entering an empty church, temple, mosque, or other sacred space. A mystical love I felt in Ireland when visiting an ancient Druid burial ground, feeling the aura and realizing I walked among the holy.

Returning from this moment of mindfulness I realized Dawn and I had split up, each now in our own sector, searching for the graves of our family. My daughter called over when spotting gravesites with familiar family names, but these were descendants—distant uncles and cousins. And I wasn’t surprised, eight of my grandparent’s children survived to adulthood and each succeeding generation had increased and multiplied.

Squinting through the sunlight, I saw an older blue car leisurely winding its way through the cemetery, periodically stopping along the outer ring of the access roads. My immediate thought was the man behind the wheel was also lost. But taking a closer look, I noticed sometimes he just sat there staring. At us…?

Moving along I kept searching the headstones and markers; frustrated and determined, I turned to prayerfully petitioning my parents, “Come-on Pop! Show us the way. Granny where are you?” Later I found out my daughter was doing the same. Soon, the mid-level bureaucrat in me decided to bypass the ancestors and go right to the top with a standard mantra I use for finding things lost and misplaced, “God knows. God shows.”

Several long minutes later I heard my Dawn calling excitingly from across the way, “Dad, Dad, come here!” She was standing outside the driver side of the blue car I saw earlier. As I jogged toward them, she was leaning over, conversing with the driver.

When I got there, Dawn quickly informed me that this man was familiar with the names of people from our extended family. Bending down to speak with the fellow, I see a very elderly man behind the wheel with facial features that brought back shadowy memories of a person I thought I recognized from the distant past.

I introduced myself, but he drew a blank. When I asked, he said his last name was “Carroll.”

I said, “Hey, that name is familiar, what your first name?” “Billy,” he said, “Billy Carroll.” And with that the memories came flooding back. Billy Carroll had married my cousin Nancy in 1955. Indeed, as a boy I was close to Nancy and interacted with her and Billy many times in my youth. So, even though he no longer remembered me, of course he would know some extended family names.

I also knew Billy and Nancy Carroll became the caretakers of St. Peter’s graveyard in 1979. Nancy passed in 2004, but the now 87-year-old Billy Carroll told me he was still the caretaker of the cemetery!

Although I hadn’t seen him since the 1980s, here he was, the same day we arrived, driving around the cemetery. It was his day off and the office was closed, but he was patrolling the grounds, checking things out and helping poor lost souls, like us, locate their deceased loved ones. I was both shocked and gratified by this unexpected encounter.

After some small talk, he took down our complicated last name and drove a very short distance to the tiny, two-room office to look up the gravesite. The location of that office jogged my memory and I realized we were close. I soon stumbled on something that looked familiar. The gravesite of the three departed priests! Right, it was marked by a black cross that towered over the site. I knew we were only a few steps away from the grave.

And suddenly, there it was, our family’s resting place. Finally, we were all reunited, in transcendent communion. We muttered some small talk, said our prayers and placed our roses on the gravestone.

Mr. Carroll had still not returned so we decided to walk the short distance to the shed to share our good news. When we entered the tiny shack, I noticed there wasn't a computer in sight. Everything was recorded on paper. The vertical surfaces in both rooms were covered with folders and binders. No wonder the poor old fellow was having a difficult time finding our information. However, once we discussed it further, he thumbed through a binder and proudly handed us a slip that read “Saint Charles Section, plots 24 and 25.”

We shook hands and I thanked him for his help. Indeed, his interaction with us, at the place where he stopped to help Dawn, focused our search and led us to the right path. We parted ways and I watched as he shuffled to his car, once again to patrol the grounds and direct other lost souls to the gravesites of their loved ones.

I hear folks say, “There are no coincidences.” And I ponder.

I learn Albert Einstein once wrote, “Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.” And I smile.

THE END
© 2022, Gerald R Gioglio

Once Was Lost(Gerald R Gioglio) There are no coincidences in the universe, only convergences of Will, Intent, and Experience. — Neale Donald Walsch

We entered the wrong gate. Who knew there was more than one.
Then again, it had been years since either my daughter Dawn or I visited the graves of my parents and grandparents—her “Granny” and “Pop” and maternal great grandparents. But, on my visit to New Jersey, we agreed that stopping to reconnect with deceased family members would be an important part of our agenda.

Granny and Pop died in the 1980s, joining my grandparents in the same resting place. I admit, over the next 30-odd years I visited all too infrequently. Regrettably, I let family, job and life take priority; it seemed like all things involved in building a life conspired against finding time to come, be nostalgic and pray.

I’ve heard that after three generations, the memory that the deceased once walked this earth fades. Sadly, their lives, love and passing ultimately exceeds the reach of oral tradition, recollection and heart. All too often, gravesites become unvisited, abandoned and ultimately forgotten.

Looking around, you could not escape the truth of this assertion. Here, this day as every day, the forgotten were legion, as descendants moved on with all things human and alive. Sadly, I realized that unless my grandson took to visiting, when my daughter and I were gone, the graves of our ancestors would join the forgotten masses. But not today. We brought roses to place on the gravesite and were determined to find and reconnect with them.

In the back of my mind, I recalled my boyhood and young adult visits, simply driving in, taking the first right and parking the car. I vaguely remembered some sort of monument that towered over the graves of three priests. From there it was a short walk to our family’s gravesite. But what monument? There were masses of them; crosses, statuary and cherubs of all types marked the grounds silently vying for attention.

But this day, we entered the wrong gate. And on this ninety-degree, muggy New Jersey day, we came across a sign indicating the tiny cemetery office was closed the very day we were there. I realized we were hopelessly lost in this land of crumbling memorials, wistfulness and anticipation.

As we searched, I paused, not just to get my bearings, but for the first time, to take a minute to see, hear and feel the place. St. Peter’s graveyard was vast--generations old--with faded, molded, blackened and fragile gravestones dating back pre-civil war. When walking the grounds, despite being next to a busy county highway, it seemed like a tranquil silence enveloped both earth and sky. The leaves on the trees flickered back and forth in the light breeze, seemingly going from an intense green to a silvery reflection of sunlight.

Then too, I felt the spiritual power of this place; understanding that love was not only interred here but oscillated throughout the area. Love, like you see in the eyes of your baby, hear in the sighs of your lover, feel when entering an empty church, temple, mosque, or other sacred space. A mystical love I felt in Ireland when visiting an ancient Druid burial ground, feeling the aura and realizing I walked among the holy.

Returning from this moment of mindfulness I realized Dawn and I had split up, each now in our own sector, searching for the graves of our family. My daughter called over when spotting gravesites with familiar family names, but these were descendants—distant uncles and cousins. And I wasn’t surprised, eight of my grandparent’s children survived to adulthood and each succeeding generation had increased and multiplied.

Squinting through the sunlight, I saw an older blue car leisurely winding its way through the cemetery, periodically stopping along the outer ring of the access roads. My immediate thought was the man behind the wheel was also lost. But taking a closer look, I noticed sometimes he just sat there staring. At us…?

Moving along I kept searching the headstones and markers; frustrated and determined, I turned to prayerfully petitioning my parents, “Come-on Pop! Show us the way. Granny where are you?” Later I found out my daughter was doing the same. Soon, the mid-level bureaucrat in me decided to bypass the ancestors and go right to the top with a standard mantra I use for finding things lost and misplaced, “God knows. God shows.”

Several long minutes later I heard my Dawn calling excitingly from across the way, “Dad, Dad, come here!” She was standing outside the driver side of the blue car I saw earlier. As I jogged toward them, she was leaning over, conversing with the driver.

When I got there, Dawn quickly informed me that this man was familiar with the names of people from our extended family. Bending down to speak with the fellow, I see a very elderly man behind the wheel with facial features that brought back shadowy memories of a person I thought I recognized from the distant past.

I introduced myself, but he drew a blank. When I asked, he said his last name was “Carroll.”

I said, “Hey, that name is familiar, what your first name?” “Billy,” he said, “Billy Carroll.” And with that the memories came flooding back. Billy Carroll had married my cousin Nancy in 1955. Indeed, as a boy I was close to Nancy and interacted with her and Billy many times in my youth. So, even though he no longer remembered me, of course he would know some extended family names.

I also knew Billy and Nancy Carroll became the caretakers of St. Peter’s graveyard in 1979. Nancy passed in 2004, but the now 87-year-old Billy Carroll told me he was still the caretaker of the cemetery!

Although I hadn’t seen him since the 1980s, here he was, the same day we arrived, driving around the cemetery. It was his day off and the office was closed, but he was patrolling the grounds, checking things out and helping poor lost souls, like us, locate their deceased loved ones. I was both shocked and gratified by this unexpected encounter.

After some small talk, he took down our complicated last name and drove a very short distance to the tiny, two-room office to look up the gravesite. The location of that office jogged my memory and I realized we were close. I soon stumbled on something that looked familiar. The gravesite of the three departed priests! Right, it was marked by a black cross that towered over the site. I knew we were only a few steps away from the grave.

And suddenly, there it was, our family’s resting place. Finally, we were all reunited, in transcendent communion. We muttered some small talk, said our prayers and placed our roses on the gravestone.

Mr. Carroll had still not returned so we decided to walk the short distance to the shed to share our good news. When we entered the tiny shack, I noticed there wasn't a computer in sight. Everything was recorded on paper. The vertical surfaces in both rooms were covered with folders and binders. No wonder the poor old fellow was having a difficult time finding our information. However, once we discussed it further, he thumbed through a binder and proudly handed us a slip that read “Saint Charles Section, plots 24 and 25.”

We shook hands and I thanked him for his help. Indeed, his interaction with us, at the place where he stopped to help Dawn, focused our search and led us to the right path. We parted ways and I watched as he shuffled to his car, once again to patrol the grounds and direct other lost souls to the gravesites of their loved ones.

I hear folks say, “There are no coincidences.” And I ponder.

I learn Albert Einstein once wrote, “Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.” And I smile.

THE END
© 2022, Gerald R Gioglio

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Valerie Allen

02/24/2024

A story where the living were brought closer together by the dead. This is the reason everyone should write an autobiography or a memoir; perhaps family members should make an effort to write a family biography. Sad that our stories are lost. Thanks for the reminder ~

A story where the living were brought closer together by the dead. This is the reason everyone should write an autobiography or a memoir; perhaps family members should make an effort to write a family biography. Sad that our stories are lost. Thanks for the reminder ~

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Gerald R Gioglio

02/24/2024

Thanks Valerie. I truly appreciate your feedback. Take care, grg

Thanks Valerie. I truly appreciate your feedback. Take care, grg

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JD

03/26/2023

Hey JG, I'm glad the Almighty used some special coincidences to help u find your way.... I was about to select this as the story of the week, but then saw that Lillian featured it already while i was out of commission. Thanks for sharing the story with us.

Hey JG, I'm glad the Almighty used some special coincidences to help u find your way.... I was about to select this as the story of the week, but then saw that Lillian featured it already while i was out of commission. Thanks for sharing the story with us.

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Gerald R Gioglio

03/27/2023

Yes, JD. Thanks for thinking of this one. Right, the story was featured back in January. Truly appreciative of that recognition and even more grateful for the unusual, but very special father-daughter time that led to this tale. Trusting all is w... Read More

Yes, JD. Thanks for thinking of this one. Right, the story was featured back in January. Truly appreciative of that recognition and even more grateful for the unusual, but very special father-daughter time that led to this tale. Trusting all is well, jg

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Kevin Hughes

01/02/2023

Hey Gerald,

Loved it the first time, and glad it won Story STar of the week!

Happy New Year...Smiles, Kevin

Hey Gerald,

Loved it the first time, and glad it won Story STar of the week!

Happy New Year...Smiles, Kevin

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Gerald R Gioglio

01/02/2023

Kevin, thanks again. Star of the week...Who woulda thunk it? All the best in 2023.

Kevin, thanks again. Star of the week...Who woulda thunk it? All the best in 2023.

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Shelly Garrod

11/29/2022

Congrats Gerald on Short Story Star of the Day!
Blessings Shelly

Congrats Gerald on Short Story Star of the Day!
Blessings Shelly

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Gerald R Gioglio

11/29/2022

Thanks, Shelly. So kind of you to get back to me. jg

Thanks, Shelly. So kind of you to get back to me. jg

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Kevin Hughes

11/29/2022

Aloha Gerald,

StoryStar of the Day! Congrats. I met a Funeral Director on my walk a few weeks back, and he said more and more people are getting cremated. He told me that they do one of two things, Keep the Urn with them- or in a mausoleum. Or, they take the ashes and scatter them at sea, or in the woods, or wherever the deceased really liked to be when they were here.
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Aloha Gerald,

StoryStar of the Day! Congrats. I met a Funeral Director on my walk a few weeks back, and he said more and more people are getting cremated. He told me that they do one of two things, Keep the Urn with them- or in a mausoleum. Or, they take the ashes and scatter them at sea, or in the woods, or wherever the deceased really liked to be when they were here.
He told me one lady put the ashes in her backyard under the bird bath, so he could watch his beloved birds. I think that is more and more the Modern Way.

Smiles, Kevin

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Gerald R Gioglio

11/29/2022

Thanks for the congrats and for your comments. Yes, cremation is a happening thing. So are "green' burials. As you say, some cremains are stored in a mausoleum or columbarium so family can still visit. Right, there are other more free spirited... Read More

Thanks for the congrats and for your comments. Yes, cremation is a happening thing. So are "green' burials. As you say, some cremains are stored in a mausoleum or columbarium so family can still visit. Right, there are other more free spirited approaches, reuniting with the earth, sea or place. It's all good, dawg. Take care, jg

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Kristin Dockar

11/29/2022

I can relate to this. My mother is buried in Germany (20 years ago). Next year we are bringing her ashes back to England so we can be nearer her!

I can relate to this. My mother is buried in Germany (20 years ago). Next year we are bringing her ashes back to England so we can be nearer her!

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Gerald R Gioglio

11/29/2022

That's great news, Kristin. So glad this piece resonated with you. Take care, jg

That's great news, Kristin. So glad this piece resonated with you. Take care, jg

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Lillian Kazmierczak

11/28/2022

I loved this! Know you are not alone losing your loved ones in the cemetary. I told my mother once my gramps moved graves because he was such a teaser! Even though you don't go to the cemetary as much as younfeel you should, I'm sure you honor them daily by talking about them and sharing memories! A wonderfully relatable story!

I loved this! Know you are not alone losing your loved ones in the cemetary. I told my mother once my gramps moved graves because he was such a teaser! Even though you don't go to the cemetary as much as younfeel you should, I'm sure you honor them daily by talking about them and sharing memories! A wonderfully relatable story!

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Gerald R Gioglio

01/02/2023

Thanks again, Lillian. So happy to see this story read and recognized. Best to you in 2023.

Thanks again, Lillian. So happy to see this story read and recognized. Best to you in 2023.

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Lillian Kazmierczak

01/01/2023

I loved this even more the second time I read it! Congratulations on short story star of the week!

I loved this even more the second time I read it! Congratulations on short story star of the week!

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Gerald R Gioglio

11/29/2022

Thanks, You're very kind, as always. Right, they travel with us, forever in our hearts and souls. Take care, jg

Thanks, You're very kind, as always. Right, they travel with us, forever in our hearts and souls. Take care, jg

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Henry Vinicio Valerio Madriz

11/17/2022

A touching story, indeed. Family comes first, and we need to honor their values, traditions, and memories for generations. We are what we are because of our ancestors. Thanks for sharing.

A touching story, indeed. Family comes first, and we need to honor their values, traditions, and memories for generations. We are what we are because of our ancestors. Thanks for sharing.

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Christine Bingham

10/03/2022

My brother and I do cemetery tours when we can. We keep finding more family. Not sure how many of these family members will be remembered in years to come. I am glad you and Dawn shared the experience.

My brother and I do cemetery tours when we can. We keep finding more family. Not sure how many of these family members will be remembered in years to come. I am glad you and Dawn shared the experience.

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Gerald R Gioglio

10/03/2022

Thanks, Chris. It was unusual, and unexpected, and excellent Father - Daughter adventure. Take care, jg

Thanks, Chris. It was unusual, and unexpected, and excellent Father - Daughter adventure. Take care, jg

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Shelly Garrod

09/25/2022

I loved this story Gerald. It is a true and sad reality that we loose touch with our deceased relatives. I am also to blame. I try to keep their memories alive by telling stories about them to my grandchildren. Well written.
Shelly

I loved this story Gerald. It is a true and sad reality that we loose touch with our deceased relatives. I am also to blame. I try to keep their memories alive by telling stories about them to my grandchildren. Well written.
Shelly

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Gerald R Gioglio

09/25/2022

Thank you for your feedback and kind words, Shelly. It means a lot. Best, jg

Thank you for your feedback and kind words, Shelly. It means a lot. Best, jg

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Kevin Hughes

09/21/2022

Gerald that was interesting, and something I would not do. I haven't visited any grave of any relative. I was there for most of the Funerals in my line...from Mom and Dad on down to the present. But time, distance, age, and disease have made it harder and harder to get to where they are buried. I would have to go to both coasts, and three countries, and about eleven states, just to visit my Gran...
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Gerald that was interesting, and something I would not do. I haven't visited any grave of any relative. I was there for most of the Funerals in my line...from Mom and Dad on down to the present. But time, distance, age, and disease have made it harder and harder to get to where they are buried. I would have to go to both coasts, and three countries, and about eleven states, just to visit my Grandparents, Parents, Uncles, Aunts, Brothers and Sisters, graves.

I loved them all when they were here...and that was the best I could do. I carry them in my heart too. All to soon, I shall be just a marker on a grave, but a missing part of someone's heart. And that is okay too.

Smiles, Kevin

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Gerald R Gioglio

09/21/2022

Thanks Kevin. I sure agree with you. I think most of us these days distance ourselves, by circumstance or choice, from the graves of our ancestors. Still, right, they are always with us in spirit and memory. As always, greatly appreciate your inpu... Read More

Thanks Kevin. I sure agree with you. I think most of us these days distance ourselves, by circumstance or choice, from the graves of our ancestors. Still, right, they are always with us in spirit and memory. As always, greatly appreciate your input.

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