One of my strangest posts so far, but it’s true. I tagged along with my older brother who’s here on business. We went to another city where it happens to host the final resting place of our beloved family. As we drove inside the graveyard, my eyes caught the names and dates of so many souls, dates that goes back to the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and to recent dates… One had 2013 on it, and I was curious about each man, woman and child’s stories. They were like locked books and the names and dates of births and deaths were the only synopsis available that made me want to know more.
One grave stone haunted me… This young kid…
I asked about his story, they told me he was on the way to a football match in the bus, he died in an accident in 2006. May he find the joys he so seeked for in life wherever he is right now.
We reached to where our lost beloved are found, in a place where they all lay close together… A place I know for sure I will sleep in one day. There was a strange mix of feelings, visiting your own grave that is. My mind played my funeral and I felt sad from the inevitable. I looked around and listened very well… There was nothing. It was very peaceful, just the way I like it. It made me feel better. Me and my beloved brother said our goodbyes to our grandfather, grandmother and the rest of the family who we were blessed with the brief times that god had provided us with them, and then we went back.
The future is ahead, and I’m still waiting for my permit to visit Ur, I hope you will enjoy it as I will when I post about it.
ahamin 
I know how you feel, in a way. I honestly don’t know where I end up in the end or where my body will be laid to rest, but it’s definitely an odd sensation to think of what your own death will be like. I especially pondered it whenever I visit my father’s grave. It’s a reminder that life is, unfortunately, short.
I’m glad you had a chance to visit loved ones. I am certain they are proud of you and all you have achieved. And remember, though death is inevitable, it is only part of the journey.
Live long and prosper. 🙂
Thank you, Kelsey. I really appreciate what you said.
I’m sorry about your father, life is short but at least we had those special times we call ours. He would have been proud of you too.
Life is a detour in our journey, can’t wait to reach there…
May the force be with you 🙂
Super interesting, but had to be a weird/strange feeling. 😀
You have no idea. You get to think more about life when you have such experiences.
I want to be laid to rest where my grandad is but here in the UK burial space is running out it is more likely I will be cremated and my ashes spread there but it really doesn’t bother me will give my kids a few options about where to scatter me 😀
You body may not rest with him but your soul will.
Until then, enjoy your time with your kids 🙂
Poignant. Our roots are a significant part of our make-up and to feel affinity with them is a good thing – pass it on to your children.
Visiting a grave of someone you love or have known well is a very surreal feeling.Now visiting your own gravesite whilst alive…even more so. Night, Amin …hugs Paula x
It was a weirded experience, I admit. But I’m glad I did it.