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thought of thw eeek
There is a place when I was young I used to visit . A place of sanctuary. This place had life all around, birds singing in there spring time voices .The red oaks, elms and maples offering cool shade from a happy sun. The smell of the emerald colored grass that was freshly cut tickled the nose. The buzz of bees as they danced from flower to flower. I would sometimes bring my lunch that I made to the cemetery. I would sit and eat my peanut butter and jam sandwich under one of those imposing trees. The cemetery was a place of calmness in the storm of life. When I would lay down in the grass and look up into the pale blue sky, you had a feeling of falling up into the clouds. I would imagine the clouds were the bottom of the surface of a different ocean, one made of air that you could swim in. I would walk the rows of stone sensing the lives that those who have moved on. I would read the dates etched into the ornate stones and thank them for there time they shared here. I often wandered what they did, how they lived? On some days with the wind caressing the landscape of stone and trees I could almost hear soft voices saying, “thank you for remembering us.” There is a restful peace that surrounds you there. A emotion of sadness and joy swirling around you like a whirlwind. A cemetery is a park crowded with life from the other side, folks from different times, and of different ages. I have seen them standing with those who come and visit there resting place‘s. Family, friends any who take time to stop and say hi, they would be there. The best time to see this is memorial day where both sides of life are present.