They also gently remind me to treasure what I've been given, and to make the most of my time here.
One of the fondest memories I have of my mother was when we visited an old graveyard on Nantucket. I think I was about twelve at the time. It was a foggy evening.
There was even a dog baying in the distance.
My husband and I wanted to get married in a cemetery (he likes them too), but we discovered it was illegal. We settled for a park on Halloween, under a weeping willow.
I've been to some famous graveyards, like Pere Lachaise in Paris where Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, Heloise and Abelard are all buried, and the Granary Burial Ground in Boston (where Paul Revere and other Revolutionary era notables rest).
But my favorite graveyards are the unfamous ones. The old markers hint at the life stories of "ordinary" people, but because they are not famous, I must use my imagination to create the whole picture. Here are some photos of markers I find intriguing.
These photos were all taken at Hope Cemetery in Kennebunk, Maine