My father died very suddenly at 63… For a long time afterward, I’d ask myself, Why didn’t I ask him to play golf more? Why didn’t I spend more time with him? … There’s nothing you can do about it. So you just forge on. – Clint Eastwood
My daddy died at age 63 also – weird. I called him at the hospital the evening before he died. I suggested that mom and I should come visit, but he insisted that we wait until the next day as he was scheduled for surgery. He died during the night – I wish we had made the trip to the hospital to visit him. But – we do indeed have to forge on and find a way to forgive ourselves.
Today is VISIT A CEMETERY DAY!!! There are more obvious days to visit our loved one’s final resting places – like Memorial Day, but today is a day to set aside to honor our loved ones again. Even though those who have passed do not know we visit them, we know. It’s important to honor them in any way we can. On occasion I like to visit cemeteries to photograph unique gravestones and read epitaphs in an effort to know the ones buried there.
I am a confessed taphophile (“taph” from the Greek for tomb and “philia” meaning an inordinate fondness). The art involved in engraving gravestones fascinates me. My husband and I have purchased our plots and our gravestone. These days, a gravestone is a personal expression of who you were in life. When a person reads your stone, they should get some idea of what your values and personality was – would you agree? My husband had his badge engraved on his side and I had an angel and the treble clef first line of the song PRECIOUS LORD, TAKE MY HAND engraved on my side. We also had our names (obviously) and wedding date engraved. There was not much space left – especially on my side. LOL! Once I can no longer speak, I want that stone to speak for me.
Everything comes to pass, nothing comes to stay. – Matthew Flickstein
Taphophilia involves epitaphs, gravestone rubbing, photography, art and history of famous deaths. Many taphophiles enjoy walking cemeteries to find lost relatives. They are the ones who are seriously engaged in genealogy.
The cemetery my folks are in is cared for and has large, mature trees. It’s beautiful year around but especially in the spring and fall. Shortly after my mom died, we bought a cement bench with a verse engraved on it. We put it next to my folk’s graves. I don’t go there to sit and chat with them like I thought I would, but it’s nice to know I could if I wanted to. I’ve had a few picnic lunches with them, I admit. I know they are not there – they are in heaven with Jesus. I would never wish them back here after seeing the pain they suffered. In heaven they are young and in no pain. I miss them but I’ll see them again one day. ❤
What was your parent’s favorite song? My dad used to sing this to my mom all the time:
It makes me smile to think Daddy might be singing this to Mama in heaven… hmm – now that’s different, huh?
Hey – on a fun note – Halloween is around the corner. Have you ever wanted to know how to make those spooky tombstones? I’d probably make one that was funny – but that’s just me – LOL! Here’s a tutorial on those tombstones: