Well, I've decided to start taking pictures.
On Sunday, a few of us went and explored a very old cemetery that is close to my parents cottage.
I love this cemetery.
It makes me think a lot about life.
I like that James Welch's headstone only says "A Soldier". If you could plan your headstone, what would it say about you in two words? If I was to follow Mr. Welch's simple example of a headstone, I would like it to say:
Because when you say "loved" it has a double meaning. That I was loved, and that I did love. Clever, eh? What would you pick? I was also talking with Josh, and we were half joking about what our headstones should say. I came to the conclusion that it would be awesome if my headstone said:
You would have really, really liked her. She was a beautiful, special, loved woman.
(Or something like that) Because, I think that would be memorable, to say the least. Then people who were walking through the cemetery for the rest of time would see it and think to themselves, "Hey, She must have been awesome. Wish I would've known her". Ya know? Headstones are, in a way, the last first impression.
This is my favorite headstone in the entire cemetery. At the bottom is a poem that forced me to connect with the woman who loved the man who is buried here. The poem says,
"Dear kind husband, you have left me
and your loss I deeply feel.
All my comfort now bereft me
God alone my broken heart can heal"
Doesn't that break your heart, too?
The tree next to it was probably quite small then, but I can still imagine his heartbroken wife...
Sitting under it. Missing him. Talking to him.
140 years after his death, I know that he was very much loved.
Finally, lets end on a really happy note. Here's a picture of Buddy taken while Marlie was chasing him. I'm pretty sure she had just tackled him and I happened to snap this picture of him on a whim. I absolutely love it!
Oh gosh, he is so cute!