I spotted this cemetary on the way to the beach and made my husband pull over for pictures.
There were many unmarked graves. My mind wandered immediately to who was buried there, how they died and who they had been while they lived.
I found the wooden headstones exceptionally interesting. The wood was weathered and rotting. One day I suppose it will be gone all together.
Rotting away, these two wooden tombstones bear witness to two nameless souls.
1832-1918. Sixty-five years before I was born, this woman was mourned in death. How will I be remembered?
Ivy is encrouching this unmarked stone. The earth threatens to take even the memory of this lost soul.
My walk through the cemetary ends and I am reminded to live my life to the fullest. There will come a day when I am nothing more than a name on a rock.
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Glad you made your husband pull over.
Erin, if I wasn't at home with four children four and under and hubby out of town the majority of the week, I just might do that! Another thing to put on my list of things to do once the kiddos start school. :) I didn't even know you could do that though! Thanks for letting me know!