Heart StonesPosted: May 8, 2014
Normally I don’t wander graveyards which are new and in frequent use. Today, though, I had a little time to kill between dropping off Langston at his job and picking up my son from the college. Just across the street from the school, there is a modern graveyard that I’d never visited, so I opted to spend my 20 minutes there.
Half the cemetery was flat, with each grave marked only by a bronze plaque set flush with the ground. The other half had at least a few real tombstones, sheltered by some lovely old trees. I headed toward that half. As I walked along, gazing mostly up into the budding branches that were tangled above me, I kicked something. When I looked down I realized it was a stone, about the size of a silver dollar. At first I didn’t think anything of it, but then I realized there was a scattering of stones at my feet, and one of them was a heart made out of translucent glass. After a beat, I realized that all the stones were heart-shaped.
Several of them were already on this marker, but a few were scattered in the grass surrounding the stone. I spent a few minutes gathering all that I could find and returning them to their rightful owner.
It was a beautiful if sad moment in my day, and I just had to share.