It began as a hike, a way to get some exercise, in a small, hilly city nearby. We had every intention of really pumping up the intensity of our walk, but then, we came across a beautiful little cemetery and were captivated by the many lives creatively memorialized in granite.
The Catholic cemeteries I’m used to are pretty generic: names, dates, angels and maybe a religious tract excerpt. But many of these headstones? They said a little something about what was important to the deceased and drew me in to stop for a moment and think about this person I never knew.
And, they made me think about how I’d like to be remembered. What tidbit or graphic would tidily sum up my life?
I was touched by this:
“Gail’s forever love.” Obviously, Richard knew how he wanted to be remembered. It looks like he’s not gone yet. And then, was this his Gail?
I think she was. Don’t you wish you knew more about this couple? How they met… and what their lives were like…did their love inspire those around them?
Music played a bigger role in headstone inscriptions than I’d imagined.
We know what was important to him. I can practically see his passion from that ceramic photo. I wonder: did he write that music? Does it mean anything specific? It must, but we’ll never know.
And what about this Dutch farewell song? I wanted to know more and found the music on YouTube here. Imagine having all this inscribed on a headstone.
She obviously sang in a choir. So I wonder: where? was she a soprano or alto? what did she love to sing? What filled her life? And what on earth does Zswama mean?
He died so young…he must have loved his RV a whole lot. The headstone gives a little snapshot of what their lives must have been like. I’ll be they were “salt of the earth” people.
Gary loved his hunting enough that his family did this for him.
(I wonder what the ducks would have on THEIR stones?)
No question what was important to this man:
Amazing they got it all in. But I know who he was, that’s for sure. A man I’d like to sit down and talk with.
If I’d gotten two holes in one, I’d put it on my stone, too!
When I saw this, I immediately thought of my husband, whose infectious smile lights up a room:
What I loved about these headstones was that I, a complete stranger to every one of these people, learned a little bit about their lives and their passions. Of course, the stones are really for the families. But, did they ever think, I wonder, that someone like me might pause a moment at their gravesite to think about who they might have been?
So, do you know how you’d like to be remembered? And what inscription you would like?