Thank you for writing and inspiring! I too remember going on drives through the cemetery as a kid, sometimes after getting ice cream and getting to feed the swans. I remember taking a new friend there after college who thought it was crazy and told everyone we went there. Did we really marry? And where did all the Mavericks go?
Haha, that's funny about your friend telling everyone you went to the cemetery. It seems healthy to me to combine a trip to the cemetery with ice cream (i.e, why does death need to be segmented from life and fun?). And ... you're right about Mavericks! Of all the old cars, I never see them. And they seemed to be all around when I was growing up.
Aaah, Many a trip with Grant and other friends to this place. I've gotten chased by a Swan and lost part of my innocence in this very special location. I too lived even closer to this place. Many relatives reside here and it's a very restful and quiet. I find myself having many conversations with those ghosts - conversations that I so wished I had with them when we could share a laugh or a good cry. I have not ventured far from my family to find others that rest there. Thanks for reminding me though Grant - next time I visit, I will seek their inspiration and spirit.
It's strange to say, but the cemetery was one of the livelier parts of town, right? Especially when it comes to losing part of your innocence (I hope you still have some innocence in tact, haha). On my way to the cemetery, I passed by your house and checked out the sledding hill in your backyard that once seemed so steep. Good memories.
Thank you for writing and inspiring! I too remember going on drives through the cemetery as a kid, sometimes after getting ice cream and getting to feed the swans. I remember taking a new friend there after college who thought it was crazy and told everyone we went there. Did we really marry? And where did all the Mavericks go?
Haha, that's funny about your friend telling everyone you went to the cemetery. It seems healthy to me to combine a trip to the cemetery with ice cream (i.e, why does death need to be segmented from life and fun?). And ... you're right about Mavericks! Of all the old cars, I never see them. And they seemed to be all around when I was growing up.
Aaah, Many a trip with Grant and other friends to this place. I've gotten chased by a Swan and lost part of my innocence in this very special location. I too lived even closer to this place. Many relatives reside here and it's a very restful and quiet. I find myself having many conversations with those ghosts - conversations that I so wished I had with them when we could share a laugh or a good cry. I have not ventured far from my family to find others that rest there. Thanks for reminding me though Grant - next time I visit, I will seek their inspiration and spirit.
It's strange to say, but the cemetery was one of the livelier parts of town, right? Especially when it comes to losing part of your innocence (I hope you still have some innocence in tact, haha). On my way to the cemetery, I passed by your house and checked out the sledding hill in your backyard that once seemed so steep. Good memories.