Hidden away.

I've always been very interested in cemeteries. Exploring is something I really love to do, and cemeteries can sometimes be the perfect place for that. Some people are down to participate with me in this, and some think it's the most bizarre thing ever. I'm not weirdly morbid in ways like, "Ooooh, dead people and stuff, yeah!" I just think cemeteries are intriguing. They hold many stories within, if you think about it. And seeing headstones from say, the 1800s? That's pretty cool. I like seeing the different names people had back then, too.

So, the other day, my mom and I were going to the same shopping strip that we've gone too several times before. There are restaurants, a little grocery store, etc. We were on the hunt for boxes to use on moving day. The road right between the grocery and this little Italian restaurant that we've driven by so many times was where we finally saw it. My mom noticed it first.  A little cemetery lining the wall of the building, shaded by weeds and bushes, and litter. 

It was pretty sad to see how poorly taken care of it was. Granted, once you die, you're no longer on earth and your grave isn't going to be a big deal. But still, it was obviously forgotten about. At the same time, it was also really cool to read the years and names. History is a really cool thing, and the mystery behind these forgotten headstones made it that more fascinating.