It was time to replace the summer flowers at the cemetary with chrysanthemums for the fall, which seemed a shame since the summer flowers were still blooming nicely. But, this is what we do ... we make sure things are pretty. I bought two small bright yellow mums with filled with tight flowerbuds. They'll be sure to last until it's time to plant the daffodil bulbs for spring.
As I drove through the cemetary I noticed a gathering in the area I was headed. An interment was about to take place so I stayed away, out of respect for the mourners. Instead, I went to one of the oldest sections of the cemetary and walked among the headstones. It is full of immigrants from Ireland, Poland, and Italy. My Irish grandmother is in that section, so I stopped by for a moment. Then I read a few of the nearby stones, something I had never done before. It surprised me that so many of the Irish immigrants listed the counties that they came from, showing the pride in their beginnings.
"Parish of Dundalk
County Louth Ireland"
Others had sweet poems on them, like this one:
"Like a rose it's fragrance shedding
Faded their dear ones away
They have gone to bloom in Heaven
Where they wait us day by day."
However, I had to read this one twice, then smiled as I read it the third time. (names changed to protect those involved...)
Aged 68 y'rs
Aged 60 y'rs
Aged 80 y'rs
It made me wonder if someone had the last laugh ..... Ah, sweet mysteries of life!
I do believe I'll be going back again to look at more stones. Have a great evening.