Death a five letter word with the definition of an action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism (Webster, 2014). I suppose, no individual wants to die or think about dying. Even though we have all acknowledged it at some point in our existence, for some odd reason death brings out something within us. Whether it is angst and grief or inspiration and hope. It can bring out the worst or best of an individual either physical, emotional, or spiritually. But at the same time as death could be a terrifying thing or a means of uniting a group of people together; because just as it is terrifying it can be a beautiful thing.
It was Wednesday morning on Oct. 1st, when I decided to take my trip to the cemetery …show more content…
By either placing toys, pictures, flowers, or birthday balloons on their graves. It was as if by bring them those things and talking to them about everything that has been going on, they were keeping their memory alive. For some odd reason I believe our humanity tries to hold on any way we can. I saw a grave of a little baby who had recently passed away last month. I attached a picture of her grave where it was filled with flowers, balloons, sippy cups and in the tree in front it was decorated with stuff animals which in a was really creepy but pretty cool …show more content…
Seeing how young they were made me realized that there are kids that will always be babies, will always be five year olds, or teenagers. Seeing how young they were made me realize that those kids will always be five, sixteen, or even months old. They will never get a change to be twenty-one, or get the opportunity to grow old and say “Hey, look at the life I’ve lived,” and to be quite frank that is something that frustrates me! I believe if you die you die, oh well the world goes on but spending that one hour in a cemetery reading off the names and the years makes you take into account how precious life really is.
I’ve never been to the cemetery, or have ever been to a funeral. It freaks me out and makes me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t even go to one of my best friends funerals nor have I gone to see his grave. (ADD
It was Wednesday morning on Oct. 1st, when I decided to take my trip to the cemetery …show more content…
By either placing toys, pictures, flowers, or birthday balloons on their graves. It was as if by bring them those things and talking to them about everything that has been going on, they were keeping their memory alive. For some odd reason I believe our humanity tries to hold on any way we can. I saw a grave of a little baby who had recently passed away last month. I attached a picture of her grave where it was filled with flowers, balloons, sippy cups and in the tree in front it was decorated with stuff animals which in a was really creepy but pretty cool …show more content…
Seeing how young they were made me realized that there are kids that will always be babies, will always be five year olds, or teenagers. Seeing how young they were made me realize that those kids will always be five, sixteen, or even months old. They will never get a change to be twenty-one, or get the opportunity to grow old and say “Hey, look at the life I’ve lived,” and to be quite frank that is something that frustrates me! I believe if you die you die, oh well the world goes on but spending that one hour in a cemetery reading off the names and the years makes you take into account how precious life really is.
I’ve never been to the cemetery, or have ever been to a funeral. It freaks me out and makes me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t even go to one of my best friends funerals nor have I gone to see his grave. (ADD