Another photograph from the old cemetery on the North Fork. I don't know if the headstone is just cracked or if it was cemented back together. It looked as if it were two pieces at one time. To my right, and just outside of the frame, was a fallen stone. I did not want to get any closer for fear it might fall.
The bare trees and the lifeless lawn got me thinking about death and those forgotten. Is it the busyness of life, the generational separation of the years or some other reason a cemetery can end up looking so?
I am not innocent. I have not been diligent in visiting the brother I lost 46 years ago. I did not know Thomas, I was eight years old. He never was released from the hospital, he went straight home.
My parents decided to take this as a sign that life is precious, everyone born into this life should have a good home. They fostered a teenage girl, Gina, and later, a toddler, Antonio.
After a number of years, Tony went back to his other family, he keeps in touch. Gina graduated high school, left and we never heard from her again.
Thomas, I do think of you. I wonder who you would have looked like, what you would have been. You spent such a short time on earth, but you spread so much love.
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A place that holds much mystery and makes us think. Really beautiful photos.
Such a beautiful tribute for your little brother.
The skies in your photos have been so dramatic. One can almost sense the clouds moving.
A wonderful photo using HDR and lovely tribute to your brother. Each day is precious ... we never know when it may be our last. :)
As someone who lost a child at three monmths old that was a very moving post. So lovely to know you still think of your brother.
A sad yet wonderful story all at the same time.
Davis has left a new comment on your post "Winter Cemetery":
i have thought a different times about how people come into and go out of one another's lives.
in each of our lives
a few people come and go within many moments,
and many people come and go within a few moments.
it really is amazing just how many people we come across in moments, that we don't really see.
I had to cut and paste Davis' post, I accidentally deleted it instead of posting it.
What a touching post and a sweet, tender tribute to your brother. Every life touches. Thank you for sharing your brother.
how very sweet.
congrats on your POTW...
Reminds me that sometimes you just can't figure people out.
Beautifully said.
Oh, what a beautiful post.
You touched my heart. (Those photos are fabulous too!)
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