I find cemeteries very peaceful and a quiet place where you can reflect on all the lives around you. I think about all the people there ... and wonder what their lives were like .. what their experiences where. Is it because I'm just nosey? Or is it truly because I want to know about their life experiences? I think the latter. What were their triumphs and struggles? What did they excel at? Were they wealthy or poor? Everyone has a story. I had my camera with me and I took a few pictures of headstones.. some had the same family name as mine (although not in our family) and some were just random shots. I left the cemetery near closing and the sun was setting. I said my goodbye's to Mom and let her know I'd be back soon.
|Ran across this stone on my walk|
When home I went on to the computer and searched again, online, for their grave markers. Unbelievably I found pictures of two of them online. So they were there! They were very large headstones like monuments. How did I miss them? I was concentrating more on lawn grave markers so I must have walked past them. I will go out to that cemetery again soon and see if I can find them. This time I hope I'm successful.