Fresh Grief
I chose Mount Olivet cemetery because my grandma is buried there. Her gravestone looks good and the grass is neatly trimmed away from it. Some of the stones there are so old that the grass has nearly covered them. My grandma is buried in the newer section of the cemetery.
The grief there is still fresh.
Sometimes it just breaks my heart that people have to die. When someone does die, it’s amazing how much it hurts. We humans… “it’s a hard knock life for us.”
Comment by Braidwood — 2/19/2006 @ 3:49 pm