Those of the resting...

Well it’s been a good while since I’ve done a blog, so I’m probably overdue for one. Quite a bit has happened recently in my everyday life. Not all of it was planned but sometimes in our lives, we have to step back and take a look at everything so we can better grasp all that is surrounding us.

Recently, a couple of weeks ago to be exact, it was mine and my wife’s anniversary, our 9^th anniversary. If you asked me nine years ago, I probably would have said that I and my wife wouldn’t be where we are today and I’m very grateful that we are. Of course our kids drive us up the wall sometimes and we bicker over the stupidest things but that’s just how it is. Over nine years together and still going strong.

I’m also grateful that I have someone who’s willing to help me trek around through the middle of nowhere and take photos for me to edit. And speaking of that, I need to start working on another picture here in the near future. If you stuck with me this long, you can tell I take these things slow due to numerous reasons. Main reason, I’m only one person being stretched thin.

But during all this time, I was asked if I had taken any more original photos of the graveyard that I had shown earlier. Actually, yes I did (actually my wife did), and I’m glad to share those on here.

This is pretty much the entire view of the graveyard. It’s quite mall and quaint, just the way I’ve always remembered it to be and pretty much the way I described it in the novel. Well, there could be some minor changes here and there but that’s the way it is with these things.

While we were there, we discussed about how some of the graves were decades old, and if there’s anyone living to this day that remembers those that have passed on. It does make me wonder though. How long will it be, after I’ve passed, that nothing of me, not even a memory, would remain? That thought may be morbid but the same could go for anyone out there and it’s something we would never know.

Even the tombstones aren’t entirely permanent. Over years, the engravings will eventually be illegible.  So possibly over even a longer period, our final resting places, may actually be lost. Due to no one being around to take care of these sites (especially the small ones in remote locations) and nature would take it over and not a soul would even remember that it’s there.

I feel that’s just how it is, things being forgotten through the ebbs of time. Perhaps in the future when humankind will survey a site and be like, “Oh look! We just uncovered a piece of history. These date back into the mid to late 1900’s.” Oh well, all we can do is wonder and imagine what may or may not come to pass.

Until I R.I.P., I’ll take things one day at a time.