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So very true.
I was just pondering this very subject today as I was taking photos in a cemetery. I have mixed feelings about it since my mother passed away three weeks ago and we just scattered her ashes last weekend. There were only a handful of us there at the time, and since she was cremated, there's no headstone for people to see years later and know she was here.
Eric, again, I am sorry for your loss. This is a question I have pondered quite a bit. I look at these 300 year old headstones and wonder about who is still around who would remember this person. But then I think, I am looking at this headstone and remembering that this represents a life, once lived.It is probably a question that can never really be answered.
I've spent many a time walking through cemeteries and thinking the same.