The Journey Ends

At last, we will now end the adventure that began in the field of wheat, a place of growth and ripening, and ended in a place of memories and finality. A place memorializing lives long lived

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And lives cut far too short

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Lives just reaching the age of spreading wings and taking flight

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Lives remembered with grand slabs of engraved marble

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Headless cherubs

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Stone stacked upon stone

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Or a humble wooden cross

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Each marker a reminder of someone lost, someone loved, a life lived long, a life cut short. A life.

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About Carol

I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 2 dogs, 1 cat, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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11 Responses to The Journey Ends

  1. Great pictures, although the one for the daughter was just heartbreaking to see.

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  2. Robin says:

    Lovely photos. I love to visit old cemeteries and read the headstones. I have to wonder about the bear…

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  3. Angelia Sims says:

    Cemeteries a place full of aches and wonder. These are gorgeous stones.

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  4. Carol – I enjoyed the poignant photographs. Like others, I saw what looked like a “bear” and wondered what in the world?!

    I’m glad to have seen the explanation in your response to Robin…that it’s a Native American cemetery and it’s purpose is to honor someone with the tribal name of Standing Bear.

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  5. Lisa says:

    A pensive and reflective post today. May we all make the most of the “dash” time between our birth and death dates. Hope you’re having a wonderful day, my friend. xoxo

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  6. Dawn says:

    Went to a funeral today on my lunch hour. Though he was old, it was still a life cut short.

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  7. Kathy says:

    Sweet poignant sad beauty of cemeteries. So many stories buried beneath the soil, hidden behind the headstones. Great post, Carol.

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  8. When I was growing up, my friend’s family lived next to a pauper’s cemetery dating from the early 1900s. It was there I learned to plant petunias, daisies and Russian sage near little markers–some illegible–the final tributes to mothers and fathers and children who finally had a place to call their own in sleep. Your pictures capture the beauty and calm of cemeteries, and they pay tribute. Your post was lovely.

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  9. Carol, this was a beautiful post, both the photos and the words. It is one that will stay with me.

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