To the editor:
Yesterday I went to the Hamilton Cemetery to clean up my parents’ gravesite. I was stunned to see that someone had taken the concrete bench that has been in place since the death of my father in 2007.
There are benches throughout the cemetery, and this was probably the simplest one there — old, made of concrete, covered in moss — made by my father in the ’50s. It was on his patio at his home on Bay Road for more than 50 years. After my father passed away, my brother and I thought that it would be perfect watching over our parents’ gravesite under the white pine tree.
It is a sad commentary on our world that someone thought they had a “right” to help themselves to this bench. It was not lightweight, but I suppose a strong guy could have taken it apart and loaded the three pieces into their car or truck. For all they knew, it could have been a tombstone for someone as are many of the benches in the cemetery.
Whomever you are, you should be ashamed of yourself; every time you sit on our bench, please remember our sadness that it is no longer with my parents. Maybe someone reading this will know of a neighbor who just obtained an old concrete bench and will have the courage to speak up.
Would love to think that you might even have a conscience and decide to return it. But I think you are probably cruising to see what else you can take that doesn’t belong to you.
Mary (Osgood) Gundy