Tales of the Graveyard
Tales of the Graveyard A few weeks ago, i attended a funeral. I helped bury a cousin twice removed. I barely new Barbra. Hell, i had never heard of her until the time of her death. I am not even sure i got her name right. However, i had to attend the funeral mainly because my mother was going and i had to attend and be sad. Sad is one thing i can be. Tears would just be dramatic and i am not a dramatic human being. I mean, i have a cousin who just loves to cry at peoples funerals. Once, she passed out at our aunt's funeral yet never did she once pay her a visit when she was sick. However, that is a story of another day. Barbra's funeral was attended by a few people. I have no idea why. The eulogy was in poor taste so i passed time by reading tombstones around. I try to think of the cemetry as a community of people from all walks of life. The young. The old. The poor. The bitter. The rich. All sorts. I would like to think that at some point, they gather around and exchange st