Graveyard

yesterday night i went to go visit Roselawn cemetery. this cemetery and two others in close proximity are among the oldest cemeteries here in lakeland. when i first arrived i thought this place was extremely creepy (thats what you get when you visit a place like this at 10 at night). after me and rob  got past all the zombie movies we saw and were expecting to come out of the graves, one gravestone caught my attention. i cant remember the name but he was a corporal in the marines who gave his in the first persian gulf war. when i saw this all i felt was really weird, and i felt like crying. so trying to be a man i held  it in but it struck me that death is one constant thing. i looked all around me and all i saw were graveyards. i wanted to take a picture of the gravestone but i forgot to bring my phone and robs phone goes all crazy when he uses the camera. i reflected on what ive read from C.S. Lewis' A Grief Observed and began to understand what he he writing about. through this experience this book has come alive to me in my mind. a song that i was listening to said "God knows the hell ive been through knowing that no one can take your place". how many families have had loved ones buried at these cemetaries? how many of them are asking for one chance to see them? for one more hug, one more kiss, one more goodbye, a one more "i love you"?