At the Fort Logan Cemetery all of the headstones are the same, and looking at the countless rows of uniform headstones elicited a sense of dignity and reverence.
A lady came by a little after we arrived with flowers for a grave close by. She was having a hard time. I was struck with how intimate a cemetery really is. There you find people at their most emotional and sorrowful moments. It's humbling.
I miss my grandma, and I'm glad I could go to her graveside. I'm glad I could see and feel the dignity of the cemetery. I'm glad I could share that moment with my mom and grandpa. I'm glad to know that because of the gospel I'll see her again.
2 comments:
I was just thinking of your grandma last night and how much I miss her. This is a touching post, Charlotte.
I like the idea of all the gravestones being the same. You're right, it does lend a certain dignity to the cemetery. It reminds me of Arlington or the American cemetery in Normandy.
I can't wait to visit Grandma's grave myself!
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