I am grateful that I live near a graveyard. Morbid? Maybe. But it is in such a lovely spot, and every time I run or drive by it, I am struck by how beautiful it is. It often reminds me of how grateful I should be to be alive, and how much peace comes to me through my powerful belief in life after death. I like imagining what the lives of those resting there might've been like, too. There is one stone in particular, close to the sidewalk, that marks the grave of a wife that died when she was only 26, in the early 1900s. I like to wonder about her.
Tyler and I walked through this graveyard a couple of months ago while we were on a date. It was fascinating. I especially liked seeing the markers for those that died fighting in WWI and WWII. So, so sad. I liked offering mental salutes to each grave I read, hoping they'd somehow feel my respect. It's so strange to imagine being dead. It seems like something that will never actually happen to me, even though I know better. A feeling common to all of us, I'd imagine. Hopefully, I don't die soon and turn this blog post into prophetic irony! :)
Today, I am also grateful for weather that meant that I needed to wear my sunglasses while driving. We haven't seen the sun in quite awhile around these parts...
Happy Thursday!
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