A time to give birth and
a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted. Ecclesiastes
3:2
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| I love exploring old cemeteries |
This
weekend we spent time exploring old churchyards, and the cemeteries that populate them, in downtown Charleston, South Carolina. I was
fascinated with the bits and pieces of life hinted at on the carved tombstones. I love
history, but this went even deeper.
It
made me consider the hectic pace of life, and the things I might be missing.
As
we wandered through these memorial grounds, I wanted to know why families chose
the markers they did. Some were plain, some ornate, others almost works of art.
Was the tombstone chosen based on how much those left behind had to spend, or
was it some commentary on how well the deceased had been loved? Truthfully, it was
probably a multiple of factors, but I found myself oddly comforted as I walked
through these peaceful places.
