I think I’d rather be cremated and left in a jar. I know it’s tradition to set up a big grave with a giant stone at the head, but me? I think a simple urn would suffice. Simple in life, simple in death.
My wife and children and I went to visit her grandmothers’ graves yesterday. My wife’s paternal grandmother died on Easter Sunday a number of years ago and, although it was not April 8, it seemed fitting to go visit yesterday.
I felt it strange that my own children had never visited a cemetery before. By the time I was my daughter’s age, I had attended my paternal grandfather’s funeral and my mother’s uncle’s funeral. Yet, my kids have never experienced the death of anyone close. I watched as my son wandered, asking questions as he went. My daughter solemnly walked from grave to grave, uncharacteristically quiet. It was a singular experience.
As I followed my curious children, I found some interesting photographic subjects. I never know, though, whether it is okay to snap photos in a cemetery. What do you think?