Seeing as though it's Halloween, I thought I'd go back to the cemetery for there is no one better to spend this day with than with the dead. This trip wasn't as creepy as the last bceause I went as the sun was setting. However this time I encountered more people walking around. A couple of them were like myself, cameras in hand, but most were mourning a loss.
I didn't know how to feel amongst these people. My instant reaction was insensitivity. Here I was using their loved ones for creative gain. I had no real business being there in comparison to them. No one said anything of course, but every time they looked at me, I thought about it.
I thought very long and hard about the stories surrounding each of these people. There was one elderly couple who seemed to be having a hard time both physically and emotionally. I thought about the deceased friend they were visiting and the fact that they weren't soon off. I know that's a horrible thought but it's very true. I can only imagine how difficult it must be to watch everyone around you die. To be one of the last few surviving people in your social circle, waiting for your time to come. It's all so depressing.
However, this feeling is to be expected when walking around a graveyard on Halloween night. What exactly was I expecting?
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