St Boniface Cemetery Maryhill - Old Stones II
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy
Some think that cemeteries are places to put the dead and forget about them, except on an anniversary.
Lets face it, cemeteries are rarely visited by the living.
I, on the other hand love wandering in old cemeteries, reading the stones and thinking of the hopes and dreams buried there.
The history of the area waiting to be read.
Maybe but not to me.
Do I want to end up in one ?
No thanks, just scatter my ashes to the wind ...
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
For those sharp eyed individuals yes I changed the post.