I WENT to Sts. Peter and Paul Cemetery in Springfield, Pennsylvania yesterday and gave the tombstone of my departed friend Lawrence Auster a serious scrubbing. Lichen and green mold had accumulated. The granite was still wet and in need of another rinse in this photo, but it should look much better today. I wanted it to be as new for today’s tenth anniversary of his death. Mr. Auster died of pancreatic cancer on Good Friday, March 29, 2013 at the age of 64.

It is a chilly spring day here in Pennsylvania. The magnolia trees are in bloom, the grass greening, the sun shining and other trees visibly budding, creating a soft, hopeful haze of grayish-green. The section where he is buried was empty ten years ago, but is now almost full. It is a peaceful spot, no better place to be.

I know Larry is fondly remembered by his friends, family and fans of his brilliant, combative writings against multiculturalism and other idols of the modern world. I am going to return today. I will do one last scrub and leave the fond regards of those who cannot make it or have long since forgotten.

Incline, O Lord, Thine ear to our prayers, in which we humbly beseech Thy mercy; that Thou wouldst place the soul of Thy servant, Lawrence Auster, which Thou has caused to depart from this world, in the region of peace and light; and unite him in the fellowship of Thy saints. Through Our Lord Jesus Christ, Thy Son, who liveth and reigneth with Thee in the unity of the Holy Ghost, God, world without end. Amen.

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