Some Times You Need a Rest...In A Place of Rest

This past Sunday, I decided I needed some peace and quiet, and that I wanted to do that where there was a lot of grass and trees. And no people. Well, some people, but they definitely wouldn't be bothering us.

So we came here, and it was just what I was looking for. Not a soul around. Well...there probably were on account of it being a cemetery....I could make these jokes all day people!

I posed in a cemetery, yes. At least I wasn't wearing a long black dress/ veil combo and black lipstick. How 1996 Antichrist Superstar, am I right on this?

Serenity now. For real. I could spend all day reading gravestones. Not only is it interesting, but it conjures up some pretty interesting thoughts/ realizations. I thought, "Wow, One day Dave and I will be planning our funerals and making all those kinds of arrangements together". And my first thought after that was, awwwww. We are going to plan our funerals together...how sweet. No burying for us, no thank you. My mom always asks me what difference it makes and it DOES. I'LL KNOW WHATS GOING ON DOWN THERE IF YOU STICK ME IN THE GROUND. I'm serious. I'll make you regret it.

There were some pretty old gravestones in this cemetery. Most from the end of the 1800s, but there was one from the 1700s. Crazy old. I can't help but think about what they look like down there. Morbid? Yes.

Please don't think I have any disrespect for the dead. I don't. In fact, I have more respect for them than I do for people who are alive. They lived their lives, and hopefully they lived full ones. Judging by the dates of birth and death for many of these people (and the time period) they lived very hard lives, and died young. I like thinking of their stories and what they were like and what they looked like. The clothes they wore. In a way, reading their gravestone and letting my imagination run away with me is kind of like remembering them, and isn't that what we all want for after we die? For someone to remember us and keep us alive in their memory.

Pretty sad guy right here. There were more on the other sides.

Europeans (and I am sure others) believe that taking a picture of a dead person keeps their soul alive. When my baba (grandmother) died, we took a picture of her. I have it tucked away in a scrapbook on my bookshelf, and whenever anyone asks to look through it I have to tell them to enter at their own risk. Do you find that disturbing or fascinating? My mom thinks we are sick. My sister has hers in a frame.

I have a pretty healthy attitude about death. Not sure where it came from, but I am glad I do.

I would like to plan a picnic one of these days, and just stroll through here and read them all.

Oh Dave, so morose. He didn't want to smile because we were in a cemetery. Bless him.

It's a bit crowded down there, no?

I like that this shrub was growing all funny around a gravestone.

HA! That would be just where I want to be! Neighbours keep out. My own little private plot, thank you very much!

A fresh-y. My condolences. I ordered a shirt off of E-bay that they could use.

Gazing...

Makes you wonder about your time here on Earth. What are you going to do with yours?

Cemetery's force you to reflect, whether you want to or not. We were quite serene in here, despite all my death talk. It does the opposite for me: it makes me want to live it up! And it makes me grateful for my life and everyone I have. I am a pretty lucky girl.