There is blasphemy in the post... lightening may strike

I spent some time wandering around Colonial Cemetery in Savannah this morning. I have always like cemeteries. The quiet and the certain end of things always makes me feel more grounded and settled. When I was in younger (in Conway, SC) I didn't have many folks who were in them so I'd walk around and visit other people's people. At 15 I had a boyfriend whose grandfather died who I had never met. We only dated for a few months but I went to his grandpa's gravesite for years afterward just so I could feel some connection to a dead person as I wandered around. I'd go and sit and cry, talk about my life and feel good knowing no one alive could hear me yet feel relieved that he did exist once.
Lord help me - how melodramatic can a teenager be?! (did I mention I went to rehab at 16...?)
Of course, here I am, 39 years old, wandering around a graveyard, feeling even more connected to all of the dead people in it because my dad just died.
I did not, however, stop to chat with anyone. Alive or dead.
I think people suck right now.
So I took pictures of the trees instead.
But make no mistake.
The graveyard feels much more like walking into a comfy room now that more of my people's bones and ashes are in them year after year.
And here is what I thought about the magnificent trees.
With trees like that, hanging over the dead - who needs to believe in heaven?
It is all right here.
In the hot, humid, sticky, complicated, fucked up south.
Home.

Comments

[Jennifer53]

Wasn't Savannah that successful Talk Show Host celebrity?

[Kathie Morrone]

[this is good] I believe you are a young woman i worked with in the 90's at ibt.

[wyndimarie]

Hey Kathie! It is me! We worked together in Aaron's office! It is good to hear from you! How are you? Where are you these days? Please email me at wyndimarie@gmail.com so we can catch up!