Cemetery Home Evening

Last night I went on a walk with Sam to give Katie a little peace and quiet. We ambled over to the cemetery, where Sam attempted to find the tree he likes climbing. At one point we walked past a family sitting in lawn chairs around a grave, setting off some small fireworks, acting as if that were the most normal thing in the world. It really looked like they were there for the evening.

There comes a point when you have to let someone go.

3 comments:

Jen said...

maybe the zombies want some fireworks too. Don't the zombies deserve to feel patriotic?... before they eat you?

did i just cross the line calling people's deceased loved ones zombies? I use the term lovingly.

A Bunch of Roaches said...

I actually think that is really sweet. My nephew passed away, and my sister's family puts Star Wars toys on his grave every year.

Jen said...

yep, crossed the line..