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Forest Lawn Memorial Park
One review for Forest Lawn Memorial Park
1 review in English
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Review from Larry L.
2/1/2012
I hate to give this 5 stars, especially when it says Woohoo! As good as it gets! for a rating.
But in retrospect, it kinda does get 5 stars, as this is the resting place of some of my relatives, friends, loved ones and my father.
Melancholy is a word I want to describe for this place, but it isn't really. When I come here, it's to give thanks ,offer peace. A solid rememberance of love and to the life that I once knew physically and still embrace emotionally inside.
A tear is nestled at the corner of my eye as I write this. Remembering the day I had to come to pick a plot and stone for the grave soon to follow. We were technically shopping for the last time for my father. The people who worked there were doing the best they could, knowing our fragile, emotional state. To sell us what we didn't want to acknowledge. I figured it had to be one of the toughest jobs to do. Not physically, but tough on the soul. In a sense, they're selling something nobody really wants, but needs. An unwanted burden that needs to be completed and they're left with the task of committing us to that final sale.
We found him a nice plot, near the driveway, and the surrounding area would be developed later (which it is now). Like a piece of real estate that we were choosing for him in the burbs. And technically, yes, they were selling real estate on a much smaller humbler scale. At that time our imaginations of what it would look like a few years down the road. The Staffing here have certainly done well with the development of this area and the expansion. The grass is mowed, the tombstones and tablets are well kept.
It's peacefull here, in a sad way. Especially when there is a slight breeze on a sunny day.
....So this is probably one of the most unlikely reviews anyone has done on Yelp.
But it seemed fitting that on a day like today, I happened to pass by for a quick visit to say hi to Pop's (Father), a best friend, and other relatives. Even Jens father, which I always pay my respects to when I'm here, to be alone with thoughts of the past and yet to come.
And yet, when I leave, the word melancholy sticks in my head. Except "my" perception of that word is different. It's contentment wrapped around melancholy. Does that make sense?
And now that tear that has welled, falls from the corner of my eye, I breath.
Love you Pops.
Happy Rallying,
your co-driver and son.
Typo's FOC.
