re: Do you visit peoples gravesites?

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Do you visit peoples gravesites?

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No. because its weird. Grieving people do weird things, but that doesnt change the bizarre nature of the thing.

I'm sure some people see it that way and I have no problem with that. Personally, I see the wake and funeral differently in that I would go to a wake to say a final good-bye and go to a funeral service to show my respect for the family. To each his own.

A grave I found in a cemetery in Natchez, MS

It had an epitaph on the back, which I had never seen.




This is what it said


"Isabella is dead a child as,
Sweet and fair,
As opening rosebud in the,
Morning air,
Round her pure urn let,
Darkest cypress wave,
Youth could not save her,
From an early grave."

Respect the bones of your passed as you would Elijah's. You may be blessed for it.

So you get your poems from headstones? That's creepy as frick man

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They can't hear anything you say, they're dead and there's no afterlife so there's just no point to me.

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Well that sucks.

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Ha...the only way he could know for sure that there is no afterlife is if he died before, which would mean that there is indeed an afterlife.

It's a strange thing visiting graves. You can think about someone or remember them anytime & anywhere. But it is a sign of respect (though they may not know you're visiting...but you know). Visiting a grave gives you a different feeling though than if you'd just think about them at any other time. It's very quiet and it's just you there along with usually some person you loved in their final resting place (and the other thousands of strangers buried nearby wondering where the F their families are). Although strange and sometimes awkward, it is a good place to reflect. There aren't many distractions at a grave yard.

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So you get your poems from headstones? That's creepy as frick man

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This marker is in the same church yard where John Lennon met Paul McCartney in 1957

Only to catch Pokémon.

What really pisses me off is that I will never be able to do the same for them. They both donated their bodies to science. I can't believe it. It kills me to think that either could be some cadaver one day. I have too much pride to think about some a-hole med student making snickers about them in class.

I always visit my brothers grave on his birthday and on the day he died. I go other times as well, but always on those days.

I can't tell you why really, other than it has become a place where I can reflect in solitude. I can speak out loud to him, knowing he can't answer, but sometimes you just need to speak thing out loud, you know?

When people leave life too early, it's easy to let the memories start to fade. At first, you may think about them every day. As time wears on, life still happens for you. You get caught up in the now, as the past fades away. Well I don't want to forget my brother, so those days I go there are always keeping him in the forefront of my thoughts for at least those moments.