I’ve never before seen a cemetery used to walk your dog nor jog. I’m definitely not considered uptight but I found both to be extremely disrespectful. The other thing that was peculiar was a lack of records (online) for relatives I know for a fact were buried there. It did have a record of my great grandpa and grandma in the Norwegian section. The others must be outside of it but it was hard to remember exactly where they were. I finally gave up but not for good, another trip is planned soon. Oh yeah, I also visited Bruce and his son, something I’d always wanted to do.
speaking of such - here is a fellow that has a headstone cleaning company Cleaning an Infant Gravestone From 1904 He has a large number of videos. My brother discovered a shirttail relative in Co. We paid the Cemetary to reset/raise the headstone and then had a cleaning company come in and 'restore' the stone to dam near new condition. My cut was a couple of hundred bucks, but when done, we were both very happy with the outcome. Best bet is to the check with the caretakers of the Cemetry to see who they are happy with on cleaning services. All of my relatives (2 gen) are buried in Tucson, so mold/lichen isn't an issue. The rest are mostly in KS, and the County owns the Cemetary. They do a very good job on washing/maintenance.
Text on Brandons stone In an interview just prior to his death, Lee quoted a passage from Paul Bowles' book The Sheltering Sky[109] which he had chosen for his wedding invitations; it is now inscribed on his tombstone: Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless..
In death I’ve noticed some people (and their family) still think they’re more special than others. Elaborate headstones and etc etc. Here I thought death was the great equalizer.
I think this is the reason why I appreciate the VA cemetery where my Grandparents are. The stones are mostly uniformed, but I guess they decided to recycle because my Grandpa is on one side (RIP 2005) and my Grandma is inscribed on the same stone but other side (RIP 2019). Hmmmm. Sometimes people or critters knock over the flowers or remove things so I guess there's some hubbub. Lol.
Both my parents were cremated and their ashes soread on my family property's "back forty", as per their request. My Sister was also cremated, don't know what BIL did with her remains, haven't heard from him since the day she passed away, in early 2021.
