Today we made a visit to spouse's family grave. My father-in-law (FIL) is a younger son, so he "started" his own grave site. When mother-in-law (MIL) died a few years ago, the grave "stones" were purchased and arranged, along with the Buddhist altar in his home. My husband, surprisingly enough, is quite careful with observing the visitation periods. During Higan, around the spring and autumn equinoxes, as well as O-bon (the time when the spirits of the departed return) in August, we always make a visit to the grave site.
The paternal branch of the family has plots at a temple quite close by. This temple is just up the road from the Shinto shrine where our children were presented at birth and for ceremonies as they've been growing up. Observing rituals for both, Buddhism and Shintoism, is rather the norm.
The intense heat of this summer, which FINALLY broke today, has left the foliage a bit limp and withered looking. However, the willows in front of the temple always seem peaceful and cool to me. The temple grounds are surrounded by homes and another temple, but it feels a step removed from the everyday world. Spouse and son went ahead to the grave site, ducking under the very low entrance to the right.
Once inside, it resembles a maze! There really aren't sidewalks, so one must weave around all the grave stones to get to their family's spot. Truly, there are even dead-ends, so you have to walk back, and weave around to get to where you're going. There is a very hushed air; everyone quietly tends their family site, and speaks in hushed voices.
The first order of business is preparations to wash the grave stones. Buckets and water scoops are handily kept near the entrance. Son is doing the honors, and he has fresh Shungiku in the bag that will be placed on the stones. As he fills the bucket, the scent from lit incense drifts along in the slight breeze.
We walk towards the back corner, and there is MIL's resting spot. The greenery is a little faded, but someone, probably FIL or my sister-in-law, visited quite recently. If they were more than a day or so old, they would be completely brown! MIL didn't drink alcohol, so instead of the frequently seen open can of beer or sake, a can of a popular sports drink (that the in-laws drink frequently!) has been left for her.
On closer inspection, it appears we weren't the only visitors! If you look closely, a frog has stopped for a rest in the greenery. Son's perplexed comment, "Hmm...I didn't think Ba-chan (grandma) liked frogs..." Not sure about that one, but even if her spirit is lingering nearby, I don't think she'll begrudge the little frog it's nap in her greenery!
The next step is washing the stones and replacing the greenery. A handy little plastic container with scrub brushes, etc is tucked on the far side, to make it easy to do. The first time son did this, he had to be lifted up to get pour water over the top! MIL would love to see how much he's grown!
Once the tidying up is done, it's time to light incense sticks. There were some difficulties getting the sticks lit...nearly had to trundle off to find some other visitors in hopes of them having a lighter, but the Zippo pulled through in the end. This is usually a two-person job for some reason! Today, we'll blame it on the refreshing breeze, and occasional drops of rain!
The incense sticks are then placed on the altar. Family members stand one at a time in front of it, clap their hands, then stay in a moment of silence, to pay their respects, etc. Perhaps some offer prayers; I take a moment to remember MIL and talk to her about the grandchildren she adored.
Once everyone is finished, we pick up the bucket and the old greenery tidily bundled up in a bag, and weave our way back to the entrance, and back to the busy everyday world that barely intrudes on the temple grounds.