There's an old baptist church (est. 1875) in our little community with a church graveyard. There is a long paved path around this graveyard and I love to go walking there when it's pretty out. Today was a lovely, sunshiney day and I needed some fresh air and exercise. So off I went.
When walking, I love to imagine what each person was like when they were alive. After all, each gravestone represents a life lived, a person loved by someone - a mom, a dad, a son or daughter, grandmother, grandfather, aunt, uncle, friend, sister, brother... One can always tell where the older graves are located in a graveyard. There are rarely any tokens of affection or flowers left on these graves. Sad, really... but life goes on. To everything there is a season.
Here are 3 Christmas wreaths standing in a row at the gravesites of 3 family members.
A couples' wedding date etched in stone many years after they said their I Do's.
A lovely Christmas arrangement still adorns this gravesite, 2 months after Christmas day.
A Valentine arrangement sits atop this gravestone.
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