Have your children been experienced? Well, ours have.

I have a confession to make. We don't really live in Seattle. We live in Renton, just 15 minutes (depending on traffic) south of the city. And while it's not as hip as say, Fremont or Queen Anne or as fancy as Redmond or Bellevue, we like it just fine. Besides, it's the birthplace and resting place of Jimi Hendrix, so that's something to be proud of. Last weekend we checked out his memorial at Greenwood Memorial Park.

It's relatively new, having been officially dedicated in 2002. It took his father a long time to raise the funds to erect it and unfortunately he died before it was completed.

The inside walls are etched with his likeness

and lyrics.

 

Apparently it's the thing to do to leave lipmarks behind.

So I did.

People also leave behind flowers, guitar picks, cigarettes, and notes.

There are several gravestones surrounding it for other Hendrix family members, but most are blank.

Jimi Hendrix' birthday, November 27th, is the day after mine, and his middle name, Marshall, is Erik's middle name.

There's also a sundial, and in the distance is the Garden of Eternal Peace.

It's relatively new too (dedicated in 2006), and most of the gravestones are blank.

 

It was built by and for the Asian community in Seattle, but open to anyone who wants to be buried there, I'm sure. It's a beautiful area with gardens and a moat and waterfalls. 

That's Jimi Hendirx memorial in the background.

 By this time it started raining. It seemed fitting though.

Rainy day, dream away
Ah let the sun take a holiday

Flowers bathe an' ah see the children play
Lay back and groove on a rainy day.