Seriously, you'd have to be a member of my family to find that statement
not EVEN the least bit morbid.
I suppose being religious can set you in that way of thinking but for me,
I just grew up that way.
Family dying has always been a part of my growing up. I have learned
that celebrating that from a young age....well,
it's kinda kept me sane all these years.
Otherwise, losing pretty much everyone in my life,
consistently throughout the years,
could have sent me right over the edge.
More on this later...maybe tomorrow...
another blog post for sure.
Back on point.
We spent five wonderful days with family celebrating
the impending arrival of my new niece with a shower for my sister and her
husband. We did spend one day, after the shower, driving to all of
the graves of our family....to show our kids.
Try explaining why St. Michael is killing something......
We answered questions like:
Are we walking on bodies?
Why is Daddy's name on this one?
We did, most of all, want to teach them respect.
You can't help but see the beauty, and as we were all walking around,
it was important that my kids understood that this was a place
to be thoughtful.
All three are holding hands here, and trust me I will use this to blackmail
"Why seek ye the living among the dead?"
Have you ever had to ask yourself that?
There are times that I have gone back to Connecticut with not one ounce of
desire to go to the cemetery. But other times,
it is exactly as in the saying...
I think I am looking to fill an empty hole in my soul,
and generally I can find it there.
The statuary here is gorgeous - the cemetery where my mother, grandmother,
and grandfather are buried. I am sure other cemetery's hold the same
art-ful-ness....but this is a place I am familiar with. I'd gone on many, many walks
as a kid with my grandfather to this place. The statues that were my favorites as a
kid are so much more beautiful to me today.
I feel lucky.
I can look at these when I need a "fix"
since I am so far away here in Nevada.