I still can't go there.
To that little swatch of grass
bathed in sunlight
without even a dappling of shade
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Her grave and the tiny plaque do not define her in life, nor in death, for in death she is larger than life, infinite, and everywhere. The grave is merely an anchor for the living - a place to focus on the spirit that used to occupy space and time - a doorway between dimensions. If you look at it that way, the size of the plaque is insignificant. A sad, heartfelt piece of work, Jim. Linda
'The mundane consequences of death' really do 'overshadow the greatness of life' and I have always thought so Jim...... this is an especially loving tribute and it will go into my favourites....10 + + from Fay..
Beautiful thoughts, James. I've often felt the same upon visiting the cemetery.
Very interesting... your words here touched a recognition inside of me that I had not as yet identified... future visits to the cemetary will never be the same. I love the way your mind works.