I have an infatuation with cemeteries. I feel like I have to state: And there is nothing wrong with this!
I’ve been on bike rides with people who refused to stop and rest in a cemetery saying it wasn’t proper or respectful. Which makes me wonder why people spend thousands upon thousands of dollars on memorials if they don’t want others to wonder through, have a look at their name and be curious about who they were and the life they lived. I’ve had conversations with others who feel a cemetery is not a place to wonder about aimlessly.
I feel it very proper and respectful to see a name, a tidbit of information….and wonder. I could spend hours in the sunshine, or drizzly rain, aimlessly seeking humor from the 1800′s, statements of love and heartbreak from the 1900′s. Or even, in one cemetery, wonder about the people who purchased the stone for the man with his name and the epitaph: “He Was A Murderer”. And of course, wonder about the man himself. Did this man truly commit murder? And did his family put that there for the world to see? Or did the victim’s family put it there to make sure no one, like me, saw his name and wondered about his good deeds in life.
Wondering through a cemetery makes me very appreciative of the time we have here.
Today I saw faces from the graves.
I found a building I would live in (with some amenities added) within the cemetery. So I could keep a proper eye over everything.
I saw dates that made me be even more curious about life in a time I could never know. There’s history and lessons to be learned.
I love the peacefulness. The beauty. The care and love the ones left behind put in, or still put in, the care of your earthly plot.
I saw, and realized, that soon no one would see. And people will be forgotten, forever. Stones unreadable. Stones gone. Unmarked lives.
No name. No date. No memory.
I saw art.
And of course I saw sorrow. But with sorrow, there was hope.
Today we paid a visit to a cemetery, and then another.. And now we plan on going back to this cemetery when we can spend an entire day. Walking. Roaming. Reading little bits of history about people’s lives who, maybe, no one else is thinking about any more.