Sunday, November 09, 2008
So There
Here are a few more pictures from the walk. The first headstone belongs to the daughter of some close friends of ours. Nothing stays quite as fresh as the death of a young child. We come through every now and then to pay our respects and remember her and what she might have become.
4 Comments:
By 
Dawnfire82, at
Mon Nov 10, 08:50:00 AM:
You can't hope to understand the pain of losing a child until you have one yourself. The view is *way* different from the inside, so to speak.
By GreenmanTim, at
Mon Nov 10, 02:11:00 PM:
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, at
Mon Nov 10, 09:35:00 PM:
There is an old cemetery not far from my house, there are several lines of markers, every thing from traditional headstones to old iron baby cribs. Each line a time in the towns history, 1893 typhoid, 1902 smallpox, 1913 measles. All of the dates indicate children less than 5 years old.
They are long since dead, and the words etched in stone make you want to cry. I can not imagine being a parent in the turn of the century. I feel so blessed that diseases that destroyed countless lives are of so little concern nowdays that people can argue about the picograms of Mercury in a vaccine.
By , at
Mon Nov 10, 09:47:00 PM:
And she was indeed a beautiful sweet child.
