Grave Stones
Do you ever just wander through an old church cemetery and think, ‘Who exactly was Mary Ellen Stewart, beloved daughter of Arthur and Edith?’ Back in the 1800s, when she lived, what were her dreams, and hopes and who did she fancy, and what was her favourite food? Because a stone with her birth and date really seems to be not quite enough for the life lived. And what caused her to die so young, and what had she read, enjoyed, who was she friends with? Did she have a favourite pair of shoes? Any pets?
So, as I glance at the headstones on my way through the grounds, I can almost hear the whispers of the lives lived; the laughter, the celebrations, the disappointments, the heart break. And part of me hopes they’re watching, and wondering about me too.