Everyone dies. Some leave in great fanfare, while others may not even be mentioned in the obituary section of their local newspaper. Some may not have a stone to mark their grave. However, every death has a life behind it, a story, a history. Somehow, visiting a grave, while not telling a story, produces a feeling. You can feel history. Seeing the grave, the actual resting place of the dead, makes the life real and not just a story.
In the case of cemeteries, they are all different, all with a personality of their own. This may be just a matter of who is buried in a particular cemetery, or how they were buried. What creates a cemetery's personality is uncertain, but it is there. (¯`v´¯) `*.¸.*´ ¸.•´ ¸.•*¨)¸.•*¨) (¸.•´(¸.•(¸.•(¸¸.•¨¯`•.¸¸.♥
Strangers In The Box ~Pamela A. Harazim
Come, look with me inside this drawer, In this box I've often seen, At the pictures, black and white, Faces proud, still, serene. I wish I knew the people, These strangers in the box.
Their names and all their memories Are lost among my socks. I wonder what their lives were like, How did they spend their days? What about their special times? I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time To tell who, what, where, or when, These faces of my heritage Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate Of the pictures we take today? The faces and the memories Someday to be passed away?
Make time to save your stories, Seize the opportunity when it knocks, Or someday you and yours could be The strangers in the box.