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Graveyards are peaceful places
Sep. 8th, 2008 05:23 pmGoing to a cemetery for a funeral is never a happy time, but going there when you don't have to is one of my favorite outlets for relaxing. I have opportunity to haunt the cemeteries of my local city as I take photographs for Find A Grave and often I find myself using the outing as an chance to read or doze under a shady tree in the middle of the quiet.
For the most part, a graveyard is holy ground, filled with stones and plaques that summarize the lives of those who lived them. Oh sure, some of the people buried there were ratbags of the worst sort, but each stone represents someone who was loved and who is missed by many others, and who somehow left the world a better place for their having passed through it. I often feel a sense of melancholy as I dwell on the fact that there are many buried who lie there unsung and unremembered, with nary a hint that they had passed this way.
One of my aunts is a case in point. She lived less than two months, and has lain in the family plot for over 90 years with no indication that she was ever there. Last month the oversight was rectified.
For the most part, a graveyard is holy ground, filled with stones and plaques that summarize the lives of those who lived them. Oh sure, some of the people buried there were ratbags of the worst sort, but each stone represents someone who was loved and who is missed by many others, and who somehow left the world a better place for their having passed through it. I often feel a sense of melancholy as I dwell on the fact that there are many buried who lie there unsung and unremembered, with nary a hint that they had passed this way.
One of my aunts is a case in point. She lived less than two months, and has lain in the family plot for over 90 years with no indication that she was ever there. Last month the oversight was rectified.
