Sitting in a Cemetery

Sitting in a cemetery, alone, listening to the howls of the wind. Listening to the whispers of those whom I once loved. A strong wind blows my hair with the leaves. I look at my view from the top of this hill.

When you think of death, you usually think of it as something normal that happens every day. But when you're  at a cemetery, a whole different vibe flows through your body and leaves you speechless. You realize what a sad, yet horrifying thing death really is. You are sitting in an area of those who were loved and honored. An area of coffins, dead bodies, buried all around you.

I haven't lost very many yet, but just the thought of what a persons friends and family would have to have gone through left me sad and scared. Scared that I will have to go through the same thing those friends and family went through. But there is always a bright side to these types of things, too.

You have to remember that that person is in a better place. Not only that, but they aren't in pain anymore. A smile came to my face thinking about that. If you lost someone you loved, just remember to think positive about it.

I am quite sure a smile will come to face, too.