I go to cemeteries a lot
It doesn’t matter where
It’s not about the who
(or mostly not)
It’s quiet
It’s reverent
Squirrels abound
Dogs exercise
People walk and talk
I mostly come to listen
To the birds
To the breeze
To the voices of ancestors
Their inscriptions, stories
Their bones, a witness
Their songs, a whisper
Their presence a comfort
Places set apart to remember
So I walk and remember
And I look forward
My bones will rest somewhere
Will someone be glad to hear my whispers
Witness my story
Evelyn Ward de Roo
Feb 21, 2022
Evelyn Ward de Roo 
I’m glad I’m not the only one who enjoys thoughtful walks among the tombstones. I think it helps us keep perspective and think about how we aren’t guaranteed time. Tomorrow is always a hope but never a promise.
Ev – what a beautiful perspective on cemeteries. One I admit does not come naturally to me but will try to remember your words the next time I feel hesitant to venture in. Stephanie xo
It evoked the feeling of reverence that I get in cemeteries. Although they don’t bring me comfort for individual grievings, they do signify a common space found all around the world, one that binds all races and genders.
Thank you.