Our hotel - a Victorian home redone and built onto to become large enough to accommodate guests - is right across the street from Victoria General Hospital and right next to the Holy Cross Cemetery, established, like the sign says, in 1843.
I've always been drawn to graveyards. They are monuments to the fleeting nature of life -
even in the attempt to memorialize and remember, there's nothing more forgotten seeming than an old grave marker, washed smooth by acid rain.
Or anything sadder than the long-lasting, well-tended and recently-flowered headstones for lives that may not have lasted a day.
But, if you have friends in high places, and were a Prime Minister of Canada, you'll get a nice memorial.
Finally, the sad story of John Edward Power:
Thanks for reading!
Karen
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