Meanderings on Memorial Day Weekend...

I would say I'm not big on sentiment but those who know me would say I was lying. I guess I'm not big on sentiment in the usual way. For instance, this weekend is Memorial Day weekend. Now I know the real meaning of this holiday is to remember all of those who have fought and given their lives for our freedom. But, it's also a time to remember those in our own families that have gone ahead.

I was out to St. George Cemetery yesterday. Strangely enough, not to pay my respects to my father who is buried there. I just don't believe he is still there. I mean, yes, his body is there under the ground but my Dad is not. He's all around me, in my thoughts, in who I am. I don't get those people who believe that last resting place is the place to go and "visit" their deceased loved ones. Anyway, I digress...

What fascinates me most about St. George Cemetery, or any cemetery for that matter, is the grave stones. I wonder who were these people, how did they live, who loved them, who did they love, what did they do, and, finally, how did they die? The dates on the stones make me think of these things. I'll see one man, born in 1881 and died 1971. He lived a long life and I wonder what life he had? And right next to him, a girl, born in 1882 and died 1884. Just two years old. Makes me wonder how she died. I get lost in trying to create the stories of the people buried there. Anyway, I took some pictures while I was there. So here they are...








Happy Memorial Day Everyone!