I love cemeteries. Maybe it's because I visited them often when I was a little kid. Mostly I think they are peaceful reminders of life. My aunties and mom and I like to visit them every so often. Today we went to visit my Granny and Papaw's grave. As well as my Uncle Jaw's and even my Great Grandpa Brazier.
I think there's something peaceful about a place where you can think about how someone lived their life. I think cemeteries are a peaceful reminder of the heritage we all have. Each one of us is a piece of a heritage; one that comes before and one that we will leave behind.
Today, on Memorial Day when we honor those who gave so much, I visited my Great Grandpa Brazier's grave for the first time. He was a man who I never got to meet. The man who I have to thank for my red hair. He fought in World War II and came home an alcoholic. But in his later days he was around to buy my momma hula hoops and be her best friend. He is the reason my momma cries at the sound of Taps, because he was buried on a January day with full military honors.
His grave is out back of the farm I knew as my Grandparent's only home, yet today was the first time I climbed the hill to see where he was laid to rest.
I've heard it say that the most important thing on your tombstone is the dash between the numbers, because that's where your life was lived. I hope I live my life so that one day my great grandchildren will see the heritage I've left them and be thankful for it.
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