posted on Feb, 10 2014 @ 01:44 AM
Now this is about the living...
This little tradition if you want to call it that started from when I was a teen. You see I would go to the cemetery sometimes on my own to visit a
close friend that passed away too early for her time, the relationship between us and how she ended up "underground" is a different discussion
altogether. So anyway sometimes I would be with family to see dead relative's there as well. My father had a strange tradition at the cemetery. You
see next to his mother's tombstone was another grave that had always been there for as long as both of us can remember.
Now this grave was nearly as old as the cemetery and it wasn't maintained at all, so because he'd been going to the same cemetery for nearly most of
his life to visit his mother he would always, and I mean always would go to this poor man's abandoned grave put some flowers clean it up and at least
spend a minute there paying respect's. Why? this man's family never came to visit it, so for year's we've been tending to the grave. Whether or
not he had family we don't know because for the year's we've been there not one other person has left a sign that they were there no flower's
nothing at all.
So as the year's slowly dragged on the cemetery got bigger.
Anyway one day there was a fresh new grave near where we'd been going for year's. This was probably one of the saddest thing's you could ever see
at a graveyard. It was the new grave of only a three year old child... I was used to seeing children's grave's in this cemetery but the parent's
were there that day. So I went to talk to them, they were lovely people but it was just so sad to see their three year old son dead. Just so sad...
they'd even left the child's toy's on the grave.
I don't know what else I can say about that other than we'd had a long conversation with their family. Soon after that we left and came back about
three month's later to the shock that this young deceased boys toy's were taken. Presumably stolen by grave robber's since practically anything and
everything worth something in that section of the cemetery was taken. Even those thing's where you put the flower's in were gone. We couldn't
really do anything about it. Although if I had a chance to meet the people that stole from all these graves, they'd find themselves in one. To me
it's just low the equivalent of stealing candy from a baby. So we replaced a few thing's for those three previously mentioned grave's. I think we
even donated a few of me and my brothers old toy's to that family to put on the grave.
We see the family from time to time and have small conversation's when we see them.
Well I've gotta get going now, something stupid's happening outside by the sound of it.