The Cemetery

The Cemetery behind our house has become a very special place for our family. I know that may seem weird to some, but we have spent hours walking the path. It was my personal and private running path, beautiful beyond words in the summer evenings. It was where we first discovered that Lincoln loved to push the stroller, and could push it for a very, very long time! It was where we first saw some incredible compassion and sensitivity coming from Lincoln, as he walked among the children's headstone - most dating back 100 years, and gently kissing each lamp that sat atop the tiny grave markers.
We saw it as a beautiful park with history, not a place of death and unrest. It always caused us to hold our children a little closer, and speak to each other a little kinder as we were among the gentle reminder that life is short.
Last night we went for what will most likely be our last family walk in the cemetery, so I snapped a few photos.