What are you doing today?

[Back in the fold26 11]

I went out for an easy ride today and rode through a cemetery . I stopped and wandered around for a bit and found a pet cemetery section complete with markers .
Also , and I couldn’t bear to look , a children’s section .
I think everyone should visit a cemetery every so often if for no other reason than a reality check . I saw the grave of a man who , in his day , was a real mover and shaker here in town . This is where we’re all going .

 

[gwand71 188]

I went out for an easy ride today and rode through a cemetery . I stopped and wandered around for a bit and found a pet cemetery section complete with markers .
Also , and I couldn’t bear to look , a children’s section .
I think everyone should visit a cemetery every so often if for no other reason than a reality check . I saw the grave of a man who , in his day , was a real mover and shaker here in town . This is where we’re all going .

I visit the graves of my mother, brother and stepfather often. In my people’s tradition I place a small stone on the headstone of each grave.

 

[GaryE32 31]

I have graveyards both in front of and behind my house, and both are regular dog walks. There is a world there - people who visit graves daily. You become part of their world, and get to know some of them. You learn about who the people they visit were. There's one I've become a visitor for every time we walk though, as he and my dog became great buddies before his time came. He visited his wife's grave every morning for five years, with his pockets full of dog biscuits for the last two.

I'm not a believer in ghosts, souls or spirits but I respect memory.

A little up the road, the pines have reclaimed a graveyard that belonged to a long closed psychiatric hospital. It's Stephen King stuff, I guess. Someone recently researched and set up new markers for all the world war one shellshock, (modern PTSD) veterans who died in there, and this year I believe the military will hold a small ceremony there. A little memory reclaimed.

There's a section for merchant marine sailors who died far from home, with names but no dates or details. As far as I can find out, it's a pauper's graveyard for men who were in port or on the local seas. More stories.

 

[jaylach71 188]

I went out for an easy ride today and rode through a cemetery . I stopped and wandered around for a bit and found a pet cemetery section complete with markers .
Also , and I couldn’t bear to look , a children’s section .
I think everyone should visit a cemetery every so often if for no other reason than a reality check . I saw the grave of a man who , in his day , was a real mover and shaker here in town . This is where we’re all going .

I don't believe that the grave is the end of our journey but, rather, just the completion of one stage of the journey. Many don't believe in a near death experience but I have to believe as I have experienced an NDE. No, I didn't see a white light but was aware of a brightness around myself. I was also outside my body watching them working on me.. They gave up on me and were turning off stuff. During all this I was having a conversation with something that is beyond my understanding. I was asked if I had done what I was supposed to do and answered no. I guess that was the right answer as my body started breathing again. Since then I have zero fear of death but am not going to quicken it. If there isn't something else what was I talking to?

LOL! One of my regrets is that I didn't have the sense to ask what it is I'm supposed to do but I doubt I would have been given an answer. Was I talking to a Seraphim or mayhaps the Star Wars Force? Does it actually matter? All I know is that there is something beyond our existence that we have yet to even begin to understand. I don't see death as an end but, rather, a new beginning.

 

[WhistlingBadger67 23]

I think everyone should visit a cemetery every so often if for no other reason than a reality check . I saw the grave of a man who , in his day , was a real mover and shaker here in town . This is where we’re all going .

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Percy Shelley