A few weeks back, a few of my friends and I went to a local cemetery to look at the tombstones. We went around 7pm, which was a perfect time to go just as the sun was slowly going down. Ordinarily, this may sound very strange to folks, about walking around a cemetery, just to look at headstones, but our fascination with subject has gotten the better of alot of us.
The interesting thing about being there, amongst tall old trees, hundreds of headstones is that it was so quiet. There wasnt a sound but rustling trees above us. There was about 4 others with us in this quiet place, you couldnt hear them though.
This cemetery was an older one, not as old as it could have been, but old enough to house war generals. The variety of tombstones was beyond what I had expected to see-- and I think my friends were surprised as well. I had a general idea of what to expect-- but being my first time 'not at a funeral' my eyes had been opened.
My friends spotted a tombstone that I believe was the most interesting of the night. They were excited to switch places with me looking at the cat, to looking at this
"Here we lie by consent after 57 years, 2 months and 2 days"
I have some shots that I have not posted, but up close of their eyes. Looking at those pics long enough, those folks are looking right back at you, and they are at peace. I know these pics may be too much for some, but those are way too much, and this is a friendly blog :)
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