Sunday, May 2, 2010

shared heritage


I've done posts about graveyards before.

Rosey asked today if we could stop and see Papa. She misses him, and my girl likes to go and see the grave, to put her hands to the cool, carved stone, talk to him about her day and who she played with, and say hello to her Nanny May. Then after a few moments, she wants to explore the hills


and ask questions about the other people who are buried here. 'Were they friends of Papa's? Did they live here too? Do their grandchildren come to visit them here?'

Before I can formulate an answer more articulate than I have no idea, honey, she spins and stares down at the river, watching three ducks paddling by.

'This is a good place, Mama.'

I think I may have found a companion to walk the stones with.

7 comments:

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

"Walking the stones" ...that's a nice phrase. I think I will use it when people accuse me of "Stalking the Dead".

Seriously, I think it is so healthy to have a love of cemeteries and to have that connection and appreciation of those who have gone before. It gives a healthy acceptance of death which helps us with living our own lives to the full. I hope I didn't sound too morbid....it was meant to be life-affirming.

Dorothy Rimson said...

This is a nice post...

Stomper Girl said...

Gosh that's a picturesque cemetery. And spacious too. No wonder you two love to go there.

Magpie said...

Sweet.

Dawn said...

*gulp* so very sweet.

alison said...

What a lovely graveyard, and a lovely post too! Rosey is so sweet.

Emma said...

I really like walking in graveyards too, even if I have no one to visit.