Cemetery Sunday

I was walking through the graveyard today, seeing the stones that marked the places of those who have been loved, those who have been forgotten, and those who have finally been laid to rest after a long life.

I can't really describe the feeling I was getting while passing through. I wasn't sad, but I wasn't happy. I wasn't depressed or confused...

I was content.

Then I started remembering all those who have left my life, physically and spiritually. All those memories filled with love and laughter, the sorrow and tears --- I'm just so thankful that I was able to be with them for whatever short time we had together.

So as I walked down memory line, I had one thought and one thought only:

I hope they still think of me as much as I think of them.

You have been a stronger wind
The guiding of my right
The ever present confidant
A light in these dark eyes

I want you like no one else ever could
I want you like no one else ever could, do you?


  1. I wonder too if the people I think about sometimes do the same.

    +To Me It Matters+

    1. They will think of the lovely person that you are.

  2. The best part about remembering people is that somehow we always remember those good moments, not those bad.
    Great blog, you're very welcome to visit mine ;)

    Best regards,

    1. Yes, I sometimes find myself smiling out of the blue.
      Thank you for your visit; your blog is lovely.