If you look closely in life, one can find the oddest things. And graveyards are no exception. Look closely at the pictures of this gravestone (front and back). Isn't it odd? You can't see it well, but the front has two doves holding a banner which reads "1962"-the kind that usually indicates marriage. I'm so confused by it.
Sarah and I often visit graveyards. Our first walk as a couple was to a graveyard, and we have been paying our respects ever since. Some people think it is a kind of morbid obsession, and it's ok for them to think that. If they view graveyards as a field of rotting flesh, then maybe it is best for them to avoid it. But we view cemeteries as well manicured parks filled with uniquely personalized historical markers. Spend a half of an hour walking the rows of stones and your life seems to shrink in importance. We are a moment and in 200 hundred years all that will be left is a broken stone that someone mows around, and hope that we have passed on to others. As I look at the stones I always wish I knew the stories of the people who lie below: the tragic deaths, the two wives, or that bronze military plaque. So many stories lie buried and silenced.
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Arthur grew up in Louisiana, always near the water, and eventually went to sea. One day when he was 32 he met a 22 year old girl named Benji, who lived with her parents in China, outside the city where her father was a bussinessman. They fell in love, and got married in 1962, even though they spanned years and continents. On their way back to America, they adopted an 11 year old Downs boy called Richie. They now are living out their days in a northeastern town, but their only son has preceded them in death.
That is quite the strange tomb stone. What's your explanation? Hey Zach, when does pator Joseph plan to arrive in Canada? We should all take a trip up there. For real. Whatcha think?
Um, this headstone wasn't viewed in Sarah's community of residence, was it? I seem to recall a local legend involving a sex-change operation.
almost seems like they would've been neighbors... the two places connected by the fence... ? don't know about the name and date on the back though
I...I...I'm the little talking donkey!
Hee-Haw!
The angel in front of me won't let me walk down the road.
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