Where I
Want To Be Buried ©
By Michael
Casey
Well I've
decided where I want to be buried, though I'm in no hurry to be buried. Last
time I was buried was when my brother buried me in the sand on a beach in
Wales. By the Sikh temple is an old Christian church, Trinity Road Church, and
next to that is the Post Office sorting centre, you look across the dual
carriage way and the rail track and the canal then you see the site where my
dad used to work in the steel works, Brasshouse Lane Smethwick. At the back of
the post office you can see into the distance. There is also the Job Centre.
Not very romantic but if you go there for yourself you may feel what I feel.
The Peace. It may be the power of the prayer from the Trinity Rd church as well
as the power of the Sikh Temple combined, or my dad's sweat of 40 years in the air. But seriously if I were allowed
to be buried there, then that's where I could be put. In front of the church
looking over towards Rolf Street Train Station. So there you have it. I don't expect
to become a famous writer after I die, but the train station and the other
transport routes means that plenty of people could come and visit my grave.
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