The Weeping Cherry trees were just floating around the stone of a young woman that died in 1864 at the age of 48. What I really like about Spring Grove is that these folks are not forgotten. There are people, just like me, strolling with cameras, jogging, having picnics - and no, I don't think that is disrespectful. This is a place for the living and for the dead. I used to be so terribly afraid of dying - aren't most of us? But the older I get, maybe because I have now lost ones that I loved dearly, I'm not so afraid anymore. Or, maybe it is because I now spend hours with these folks and find such peace - just me and my camera. This is solitary time for me - I am usually by myself. Everyone that passes waves or says Hello - not like out in the real world.
I totally agree! My photo on Wed. called Follow Me was about this topic. Cannot recall if you saw it or commented on it. I love my cemetery walks. I love the historic one in my hometown. It makes me think maybe I need a headstone and grave...but right now I am down to be cremated and scattered. Not sure about that now. I could at least have a columbarium spot ....it seems sad now to not leave a physical place. Not sure. Love this gorgeous shot!
And I love your words. I really do not fear dying, for lots of reasons--most of all because I do not believe that is the end.