I was joy riding today, wanting to get out of the house and just relax, when I drove by a place that really made me think. These days it takes a lot to do that. I drove by an elderly care facility (aka an old folks home). Now that, in itself, is not the unusual part or the part that made me pause. What really made me was the location of the facility. It was right across the street from a cemetery.
Yes, A cemetery!
How crazy wrong is that?! I would absolutely hate to be in an old folks home with a view of the cemetery. I wouldn't be able to help feeling that I was in the holding cell for the last place I will end up. What would I be waiting for, an opening? Why would they do that? What person really wants to think about their death much less see a reminder of it on a daily basis simply because we have reached a certain age. I can only hope that these poor people are half blind and don't know that it is there.
Usually I love cemeteries. I like to walk around and listen to the silent peace. I marvel at the intricate beauty of the headstones and the fact that not a lot of people like cemeteries I can have the place all to myself. Well, except the permanent residence but I've never heard any objections from them. I did stop at the cemetery and walked around. This one was no different than the others that I have seen. The "human lawn" was neat and clean, the place was quiet and the residence were silent hosts to my visit. The day offered an ominous feel to my visit as it was overcast and gray. It reminded me of one of those old scary movies where the cemetery scene is gray and foreboding. Oooohhhhh spooky.
The whole thing got me thinking about my own mortality. It is so funny how we take the little things for granted. Things like our health. I have been working out three times a week, an hour to an hour and half at at time, trying to keep healthy. We are so fragile. As humans, we have to live within a certain temperature, atmospheric pressure, must have gravity...it's all so specific. One thing out of place and BAM! we're taking a dirt nap in cemetery central. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Whoa...what a downer blog subject.
Ok now that I have almost depressed myself I feel best to move on to something less serious. On a lighter note but still on the same subject, I looked up funny names on headstones and found some of the following:
Lame
Slutz
Schwing
Dumfart
Kaput and
Spanks
Now no offense to anyone out there with these names but if it were me...I would have never kept any of these names, I would have changed it as soon as I was able. Gee I hope there is no backlash from this. Oh well, it's getting late and I need some rest. I'm going to sleep like the dead...get it? Ok enough nerd jokes.
Until next time...
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