For some reason, while searching my photos for something else,
Every headstone I’ve ever taken a picture of popped up.
It felt strange, almost like it was a sign.
It made me question the photos existence, but really, I know why.
For example:
I drive by cemeteries often, and the acreage is covered with them.
Some standing tall, others level with the grass,
Some are covered in flowers, others ill-kempt.
Many exist by their lonesome. No one there, and no one to notice.
Some may not agree, but I find headstones are important
As a point of reference, history, memories, and connection.
True, the person is no longer here nor there,
But the connection, I feel, is solid. Strong. Timeless.
Not to throw stones…
But why bury anyone if no one cares?
Cremation has become the rage. It’s cheaper.
Not that I want to be embalmed or viewed, but the timeless tradition?
Burial. In the ground.
Do it quickly.
If there is not a body at the memorial service,
Then do we really care?
Not me. I’ve been around too much death.
But the Headstone after the fact?
Yes. I want a headstone….
Don’t get me wrong. Technology helps me remember.
Social media photos, posts and stories,
Pictures stored by the terrabytes,
Online they remain, until the internet dies.
And that, my friend, is a headstone none of us will read.
Thank you for reading.
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