Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Leaving my house of out sheer frustration today, I found myself wandering down the beach side, and into a graveyard. I think it’s important to remember the dead, even if you never knew them while they lived. A visit to the graveyard helps remind you, that you a mere mortal…
I took photos along the way, as I often find its easier to express myself creatively, rather than talking. And the number of pain-killers and sedatives I’ve taken today make talking or typing a pretty big task.
Walking along the water, I found this bouquet in the tree. I can only assume it’s there to remind passer-by’s of a death that had occurred there. Such sights are not uncommon here.
~*~
Than I came across a place I felt belonged…
And though it didn’t look just like that while I was there, in my mind, that’s exactly what I saw.
~*~
Two things struck me at the graveyard:
The date of death on this was 1919. 91 Years ago. And there are fresh flowers on her tombstone today. It goes to show some people will not ever be forgotten. Who could have lived long enough ago to remember Agnes Roberts? And how old is this person now?
Some pains never die. And some people will always be loved, even in death.
~*~
In death, there was an abundance of life:
I sincerely hope my grave looks something like this when I’m gone.
~*~
As I made my way back to the path by the water… I found myself a peace.
I took photos along the way, as I often find its easier to express myself creatively, rather than talking. And the number of pain-killers and sedatives I’ve taken today make talking or typing a pretty big task.
Walking along the water, I found this bouquet in the tree. I can only assume it’s there to remind passer-by’s of a death that had occurred there. Such sights are not uncommon here.
~*~
Than I came across a place I felt belonged…
And though it didn’t look just like that while I was there, in my mind, that’s exactly what I saw.
~*~
Two things struck me at the graveyard:
The date of death on this was 1919. 91 Years ago. And there are fresh flowers on her tombstone today. It goes to show some people will not ever be forgotten. Who could have lived long enough ago to remember Agnes Roberts? And how old is this person now?
Some pains never die. And some people will always be loved, even in death.
~*~
In death, there was an abundance of life:
I sincerely hope my grave looks something like this when I’m gone.
~*~
As I made my way back to the path by the water… I found myself a peace.
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