No matter what you believe about life, death or religion, the cemetery can really put things into perspective. My husband thought this post too morbid to put up, but I think it’s real. Why aren’t we talking about it more?
We visited the famous Bonaventure Cemetery from the book The Garden of Good and Evil while in Savannah, Georgia a couple of years ago. It was more of a wake up call for me than anything else. A real slap in my face. Besides the fact the cemetery is absolutely stunning and peaceful, it brought to my attention, in no subtle manner, that one day we will all be gone. And all the things I’ve accumulated over the years….where will all that “stuff” end up? It will still be here. That didn’t put my soul at ease.
Impossible to make out some of the names on the worn stones, I wondered if anyone knew who they were. What they did. What their life was like. If they made a difference. What they laughed about. Whom they loved.
One entire family was wiped out by a disease, one child after another. I wondered how long the mother survived after that. How long before her heart went out like a snuffed flame. My husband and I walked on in silence, surrounded by quiet, graceful beauty and sadness.
Who were these people? What were their stories? Their hopes and dreams? The brightest day of their lives? Would anyone know the last thought that swirled thorough their head? And I wondered about all the things they left behind, the legacy that outlived them. Their belongings.
What will we leave behind if we can’t take it with us? Where will it end up? If our belongings outlive us, what burden are we leaving for those behind us?
Take a look at the beauty of the cemetery while you think about where all your stuff will end up. And to end on a non-morbid note, have a beautiful day. And remember that you are wonderful. Life is short. Enjoy each and every moment. And love as hard and as much as you can.