I chose Nadine’s final resting place this morning. They just opened a new section for tree graves at the Waldfriedhof so there were many options. All of the new places are very close to the entry, the hall and one of the main ways.
I opted for the coziest nook available. Easily accessible and unpretentious, just like her character was. She will be buried at the foot of a hemlock (tsuga), an evergreen that grows in Germany and America either. It’s the tree on the left side in the picture. With a caliber of half a meter it can be hugged like her.
Conor Oberst, an American songwriter whose music Nadine and I both loved, just released a new album whrere he mentions a tree burial. I went to see his intimate solo performance a few weeks ago but he didn’t play the song. Maybe that’s been better for me, because it’s second verse gives me a sad but clear prospect of my future:
Her bathrobe hangs on the bedroom door
Though she’s been dead for a year or more
He buried her by the sycamore
So that he could keep her close
It broke his heart and it made him old
Tries to rebuild but it just erodes
Some people say that’s the way it goes
But he don’t feel that way