Since I'm leaving the Benson Escapees Park Monday I started getting ready today. Not that it takes that long to get ready I'm just lazy and don't want to do too much work in one afternoon, so I pace myself doing a little bit at a time. It's called "baby steps", you take a big difficult job and break it down into little pieces, then do a little piece here, a little piece there, taking a break or a nap between pieces, and before you know it the dishes are done.
When I was in Tombstone yesterday one of the places I went was the Tombstone cemetery, not to be confused with Boot Hill which was Tombstones first cemetery but now is just a tourist attraction. The cemetery I went to has been in use since the 1800s but is still in use today.
I think I've mentioned before that I like to go to old cemeteries, new ones aren't that interesting to me, and take pictures of the tombstones. I'm not sure why because it always makes me sad, even though I don't know anyone there, but I think it's the sentiments on the tombstones that show how much it hurt the ones that were left behind. And for me to read them somehow helps keep their memory alive.
I always feel sorry for the folks in the unmarked graves that are usually visible as a depression in the ground from the coffin caving in and a few rocks scattered around. I always wonder if no one knew who they were, or were their families to poor to place a marker over there grave, or maybe they were so evil nobody cared. Either way it seems like a sad way to end up.