December 16, 2015

Dear Fellow Travelers,

My travels over the past few weeks have taken me to cemeteries. I have, by choice, spent time walking around in 4 different cemeteries. I don’t go there at night, that would be too creepy. But during the day, I find the atmosphere to be very peaceful and comforting.

I love the solitude. It helps lift my brain fog. Being around my parents’ and grandparents’ and great-grandparents’ ( and other relatives’) graves, I can reflect and recall my upbringing and that helps me right my life-compass. I can’t get where I am going, if I don’t know where I came from, right?  It centers me and my walk. Perhaps that sounds crazy, but it works for me. I enjoy pausing to remember. I am among family and can say whatever comes to my mind. It is a safe place, no judgment. Yes, there are tears but I firmly believe that I will see my saved family members again so that gives me joy too!

I think it helps with my perspective on this earthly life.  Spending time in a cemetery, reminds me to hold loosely to this life and embrace eternity tightly. I know a box in a rectangular plot of dirt is not my final resting place. I know this life is just a blink in comparison to eternity. I have nothing to fear, including death.

O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? Thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ. I Corinthians 15: 55 & 57

Spending time in cemeteries during this time of the year reminds me that “you can’t take it with you”. All the silly things I am running around impulsively buying for myself and others is just that…… “silly”. As my father always said, “You don’t see a hearse pulling a U-Haul.”

Sometimes I come across gravesites of infants and I wonder how the family made it through such a terrible time. What happened to take this tiny loved one too soon? IMG_5475

Several weeks ago, I drove past a little country church and its small cemetery. I found a tombstone for Mr. and Mrs. Sermons. Located in the church’s lot, I love the irony.


So I will keep visiting cemeteries from time-to-time, remembering and reflecting and thanking God that I have nothing to fear. “He whose head is in Heaven need not fear to put his feet into the grave. ” Matthew Henry

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room, I shall be able to see. Helen Keller