Happy Homestead, Lake Tahoe, Nevada
I felt reluctant to blog about my love of graveyards this week in the wake of the horrific tragedy in Connecticut. But it’s not death that I blog about. It’s not death that I see in cemeteries. Not really. It’s peace and healing.
I see every grave marker as a step on a journey for both the living and the dead.
Dungeness, Washington. I love that she comes here to journal.
Grave decorations represent an outpouring of grief. There’s often such a raw sense of intimacy around the newest ones that I feel like an intruder just looking at them. And yet, they’re also a kind of invitation, grieve with me, support me.
Ashland Cemetery, St. Joseph, Missouri
And they’re always beautiful, full of color and life, often even a sense of humor. I’ve never found anything ugly or angry left at a grave. Doesn’t that show a spirit moving out of darkness into light?
Moore Cemetery, near Liberty, Missouri
I believe that the children who died in Connecticut on Friday are already at peace.
Though our hearts are breaking and it may take a very long time, the funerals that start today are their families’ first steps to finding peace too. My thoughts are with them.