  Today I decided not to grace my school house with my wonderful little self. I decided to visit the local graveyard.
It was so amazing. The feelings you get there are so relaxing. You can do anything you want and think about everything and know that your surrounded by people who have gone through the same thing, and the got through most everything alright.
Everyone has there own tragedy that put them in the ground and its amusing to make up stories and think about what could have happened to Mrs.Q and why she isn't buried with her husband and if she as kids or if she was murdered. Is she blond or have red hair? It's so comforting. Its so tranquil to see and the stones lined in a row like there lined up ready and waiting to go some where , forever standing at attention. Some are crumbling or have fallen, some you can't even read... Those are the ones that I thought about the most.
Would they be mad that no ones knows about them anymore? The other graves that got my attention were the ones that were families and they were all in one plot and each had the own foot and head stones... It was a picture opportunity. Everything was just so perfect... 
