i know that sounds freaking weird, but it's true. what other place is filled with so much love and constant care? anytime i drive by a cemetery or go visit a friend i've lost, i'm always awe-struck by the beauty of my surroundings. how many colorful flowers and unbelievable plants are all around me. it truly is a beautiful thing. (random side note- bonaventure cemetery in savannah georgia has got to be one of the most stunning cemeteries i've ever seen in my life)
ever seen a cemetery at christmas time? oh my gosh- talk about unbelievable! people line the plots with candy canes and tinsel. mini decorated christmas trees sit next to headstones. so much time and love was put into decorating their loved ones place of rest, it's truly heartwarming. and so pretty. and you can't help but feel good when you look around and see all of that. and that's just it... each person buried there has someone who loves and cares about them. and it shows. all around you.
yesterday i went to visit a dear, dear friend of mine who was killed by a somewhat drunk driver almost 11 years ago (my god, has it really almost been 11 years? i can't believe it). there was an older man not too far away from where she was buried. he was sitting in a lawn chair. and he sat and talked to the ground. there was something on his lap, but i'm not quite sure what it was- although i swear it was a bag of peanuts and he was just chilling and eating his nuts. he watched me talk to michelle. he watched me lay the flowers i brought on the top of her gravestone. he watched me arrange them. and then arrange them again. and then do it one more time so it looked nicer. he watched me lie on the grass next to her and stare at the sky. and i watched him too.
i wanted so badly to go talk to him. i assumed he was spending time with his late wife. i couldn't help but wonder how often he came there? and then i wondered how long he would typically stay? i mean, he brought his own chair with him (which i thought was awesome and of course, it made me cry). i wanted to talk to him. i wanted to hear his story. i wanted to hear all of it. but i didn't. because it is a cemetery after all. and people are grieving. and how do you respectfully walk up to a stranger and hug him and then tell him to tell you everything? i wimped out and i KNEW as i was leaving that i would regret not talking to him. and i totally do. all i can do now is hope that the next time i go there, i'll get a second chance to have that conversation.
(i did sneak a picture of him- which is so not respectful of me, i know, but i couldn't resist. he was too awesome. i wonder if he knows whoever he was talking to was definitely listening. do you see that big glow in the picture?!?!?)