Tag: Epitaphs
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My Right Chest, My Ringtone and a Cemetery
Just this afternoon, I found myself in a cemetery. For those who are keen on details, it was Saint Alphonsus Cemetery in Tupper Lake, NY. The skies were blue with patchy cumulus clouds; a departure from the thunderstorms we’ve been experiencing. I love to stroll in cemeteries. Usually, they are quiet places excellent for the…
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A Missing Image But Still A Memory
The photographic frame, measuring 3″x5″ sat on the flat surface of the headstone. It’s a small quiet Catholic cemetery on the edges of the village of Saranac Lake, New York. The winter snow was gone but no grass or Spring flowers had the courage, or time, to begin their life again. Cemeteries are full…
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Epitaphs: Part IV
A few simples words about Mortality It was a damp and warm day in mid-August. I stood over the gravesite and heard the locusts singing in the nearby fields. The stone was smooth, given its age and I had to drop to my knees to read the delicate epitaph on the lower half of the…
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Epitaphs: Part II
Less Is More Sometimes, the stories that headstones tell you are long and often full of Biblical references. Some I’ve seen are brief and to the point: “We Will Meet Again in Jesus”. Once in a great while, one runs across an epitaph that is pithy and wholly understated. The photo below is such an…
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