Death and Hope
Sitting in the Veteran’s Memorial at the cemetery, listening to the chimes ring out a song on the hour. There are not too many more peaceful things than the sun shining, the birds singing, and the bells chiming. Again I didn’t walk back to Scott’s grave because every time I come to the cemetery, there is work being done close by so there would be no privacy. It is really frustrating that I haven’t been at his grave since right before Christmas, although I have been at the cemetery. I appreciate all the work that is put in to making the cemetery beautiful, but wish that it didn’t always seem to have to be in that particular section every time I stop by. I thought that with today being Good Friday that no one would be working – but I was wrong. There are signs of new life everywhere – buds on trees, crews planting new trees and shrubbery. Yet my heart is heavy as I’m sure Jesus’ followers were on this day thousands of years ago. Easter brings hope, but is also a ti