Tuesday, May 05, 2009
I don't know what it is but old cemeteries just bring out something in me. I want to know who these people were. How the mourners felt. Was it raining? Does anyone come by anymore? Is there anything left of them beneath the marker or has the earth completely reclaimed them?
So many thoughts that I enjoy pondering as I walk through and say hello to each of them. I feel more reverent in cemeteries than I ever have in church.
// posted by sinner @ 7:13 PM 
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I felt the way you feel for the longest time, until I visited my father's grave one day. His brother, my uncle, had just been buried next to his plot a few days prior. I found a ripped sock next to the freshly turned dirt and asked the cemetery keeper whose it was. "That's probably from the guy next to your uncle (my father). The plots are so congested that we have to dig them out and place them one on top of the other". I haven't been able to visit any of my family's graves since -(
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