Its one thing to got to a funeral perssion its anothing thing to see a model of one. Sitting in the middle of this vast convention center was the model of National Cemetery. It was so awe inspiring to look closely at a scene of a cemetery. I did notice the more I looke the less noise the fair became. The solid black streets and the trees. Up the prcession line I grazed to a flag draped casket. Even noticed love ones visiting a grave site. Do I not hear a single sound as it grows on me the silence of the dead. For the cemetery so Grand is like soft sand. Whos noices can not penetrate it. For in respect for the dead in memory we seek To understand that which we cannot always comprehend. So I leave some images for thoughts of your own. But I write in dortography things that inspire me.
I understand this... My father once told me that a friendship is a gift that is given its not something that can be bought our sold. I come to learn that this is true. Among other things he also told me about how friends though they might be your friends now they might move away. I had tons of legos and I was so infatuated with my best friend that I wanted to give my entire collection to him. In my child mind I thought my best friend would always be with me. For we never parted. Though dad had warned me I didn't listen. As years went on our lives changed and evently moved apart. A wedge was also drawn between us do to my mother. Our friendship became rough and to this day we talk but only if I call. Though this was Sad I come to realize that its okay. I also come to establish a healthy clarification of my relationships. I have my family whitch is a different subject. But among my friends witch are just friends acquaintances. I have my close friends to whom i know pretty well....