I spent today doing something that I just don’t get to do very often. I helped my mom and her three siblings work on the graves of several family members. There were aunts and uncles I don’t remember meeting. There were the graves of my grandmother and granddad, great-grandparents (who I was fortunate to actually know), and all of there children, five of whom were little babies when they died.
I know it sounds really weird to say that I “got to” work in the cemeteries, and to be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to it very much. Hanging out in cemeteries isn’t really not my idea of a great time.
Though there was some hard work, I had a great time listening to all of them talk about old times. There were stories about childhood both good and bad. There were memories of Christmases, birthdays, church stories, and stories of family times that I never knew about. They talked about times that have long since been gone and times that have changed so drastically. It really is amazing how far we’ve come in so many conveniences and technologies. It’s also sad how that so much has changed in the way we do life. It is a testimony to our spoiled rottenness how we have more things that should help our life be less stressful, and we have more stress.
We really don’t spend enough time to sit on the front porch (or back) and talk. We don’t take enough time to notice the really important things about life. So, for those reasons it was nice to take a trip back in time to days I’ll never see–days that have long since past into the hustle and bustle of life.