Wednesday, November 7, 2012

A Sunny Day

True friendship isn't being inseparable, 
it's being separated
and nothing changes. ~ Unknown

My bestie, Julie, was in town visiting her mother, so we grabbed breakfast and some coffee.

After breakfast we decided to go to the beach for a walk. I took a wrong turn and we ended up wandering around a small old cemetery on Signal Hill. Most of the graves were from the twenties and thirties. I was struck by how most of the people didn't live very long lives. It wasn't unusual for people to have died in their forties or fifties.

 It wasn't a particularly pretty place. It hasn't rained in months upon months.
You can see the oil pumps in the background... but it was quiet and peaceful.

 Someone had left food and presents on this little girl's grave for the Day of the Dead.... El Dia de los Muertos.

Some of the names were little children, with sayings like "Our Little Cowboy" and "Our Darling"
This one read simply, "Sister"

This stone was for a"woodman of the world". 
I'm thinking mine might have a pair of scissors.


Thank you, Munhollands, for the nice bench where we sat and talked for an hour, solving all the world's problems. I am so happy to be alive. 



“Look at everything as though you were seeing it 
either for the first or last time. 
Then your time on earth 
will be filled with glory.” 

~ Betty Smith


  1. Thank you for sharing this incredibly beautiful experience. You are a poet.

  2. That made for a nice reflective stroll.
    So happy to have shared the moment.
    Thank you.

  3. Enjoyed the walk in the cemetery! Thanks for sharing........
    I live close to an old cemetery and, like you, find that it a beautiful place to walk and reflect.