Post by Joey on Oct 31, 2017 17:27:10 GMT -5
The scene is Everlast cemetery in Irving, TX. Its an old cemetery. The oldest in Texas and some say the oldest anywhere in the south. But I think New Orleans may lay claim to that. Some of its tenants have been here in Everlast since the late 1700s. There are several flags around the cemetery indicating which served in the armed forces. Some have of the graves have flowers and postcards, one even has a purple teddy bear and before I even look I can see it belonged to a child.
The reason I am here is that once a year Shadow and I would visit cemeteries and lay flowers for all those who no longer have visitors. And its easy to tell which those are. Their gravestones are beginning to sink, they are unkempt, no flowers, some have not had a visitor in centuries.
I pop open the trunk of my car with my remote key. I open my door with my left hand and slap it back shut with my right hand. I walk along the gravel path to the trunk of my car. I have 3 large black plastic bags each full of plastic flowers. I grab the first bag, I have a good mix of colors, red, blue, purple. As I begin walking around I feel alone. Though I know I am not. And for just a moment I remember Twilight for all his talks of lives, he has never really been alone. He has had many lives, many families, few can ever boost the same.
Shadow and I would pay a trunk full of plastic flowers at a shop in downtown Fort Worth and we would get to an old cemetery and go about placing the flowers on all the old and forgotten graves. It became a tradition of ours in a way. Why did we do it? It was simple really, it was just a nice thing to do for people who no longer were remembered, and although we didn't know any of them, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that for a few moments in this day we would do a nice thing.
I find the first gravestone that I want to put flowers on. Her name was Vanessa Inuid. She was born in 1804 and she died on 1876. Her headstone reads beloved Mother and wife. But its been at least 50 years since anyone has come by. I guess that happens. Children and grandchildren and further generations they forget. I lay some red flowers for Vanessa and smile as I do. I hope she likes them.
I myself know some about my grandparents but I would not be able to tell you much if anything about my great grandparents. And that is how it goes, the further we get from such generations the more we forget the past. It is...as it should be. But it doesn't make it right.
I move on to the next grave. It has a small agent on the stone, its broken in several places but somehow the cement statue looks even more beautiful. It belonged to Lloyd Snide. He was born in 1900 and died in 1954. Beloved Brother is what the tombstone says. And Lloyd too seems to have had no visitors in at least 30 years. I lay some blue flowers for Lloyd and simply say “You’re welcome” as if I was having a conversation with the dead that only I could hear.
And I do this for the next few hours. Reading tombstones and graves and enjoying my time with the departed. All the while missing Shadow. I miss my friend.
I make my way to the car throughout this time each time taking out a new bag of flowers to disperse.
I finish my day and get back into my car. I take the gravel road out and head back on the main road. And through these moments I still hear the words of Twilight in my mind. A part of me is happy you found Sara even if in such a desolate place. But Sara deserved to be where she ended up. She lost hope, and worse of all she lost faith. Did she really think she knew better than God? Did she? She didn't think he had a plan for her, and instead of holding onto her faith she took her own life. Twilight my friend, she damned herself. And I am sorry if my words hurt you. But the fact is, as much issues as I have with God, I know one thing, our life is ours to live, good and bad, we don't get to take the easy way out, we don't. She could of done a numerous of things. But she chose the lazy way out, there is no excuse for that. None at all. And unlike you Twilight we all have just one life to live, one chance to get it right or wrong. But you, you’ve had multiple chances and you still get it wrong? Id say that's a bit unfair to the rest of us.
Just look at Travis Deacon, he and I have nothing in common, cept for the fact that we both live just this one life. Mistakes and all, we live with 2nd chances. No do overs like you Twilight. So Wall or no Wall, circle or no inner circle, its time you grew up. As for Travis, you are lazy. You truly are, you’ve given up opportunities most dream of. You do only the minimum and expect the world handed to you. That's now how the world works. You need to step it up, if you want the IC title, then prove it, just do more, for a few weeks and you will see your just rewards. But I doubt you'll listen to me. You never have.
I have no want for the title, I honestly do not. But its more than just about the title. Its about teaching you something, but the thing do either of you want to learn anything? I really doubt it.
We fade back on the road.
..Fade...to….Darkness…...
The reason I am here is that once a year Shadow and I would visit cemeteries and lay flowers for all those who no longer have visitors. And its easy to tell which those are. Their gravestones are beginning to sink, they are unkempt, no flowers, some have not had a visitor in centuries.
I pop open the trunk of my car with my remote key. I open my door with my left hand and slap it back shut with my right hand. I walk along the gravel path to the trunk of my car. I have 3 large black plastic bags each full of plastic flowers. I grab the first bag, I have a good mix of colors, red, blue, purple. As I begin walking around I feel alone. Though I know I am not. And for just a moment I remember Twilight for all his talks of lives, he has never really been alone. He has had many lives, many families, few can ever boost the same.
Shadow and I would pay a trunk full of plastic flowers at a shop in downtown Fort Worth and we would get to an old cemetery and go about placing the flowers on all the old and forgotten graves. It became a tradition of ours in a way. Why did we do it? It was simple really, it was just a nice thing to do for people who no longer were remembered, and although we didn't know any of them, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that for a few moments in this day we would do a nice thing.
I find the first gravestone that I want to put flowers on. Her name was Vanessa Inuid. She was born in 1804 and she died on 1876. Her headstone reads beloved Mother and wife. But its been at least 50 years since anyone has come by. I guess that happens. Children and grandchildren and further generations they forget. I lay some red flowers for Vanessa and smile as I do. I hope she likes them.
I myself know some about my grandparents but I would not be able to tell you much if anything about my great grandparents. And that is how it goes, the further we get from such generations the more we forget the past. It is...as it should be. But it doesn't make it right.
I move on to the next grave. It has a small agent on the stone, its broken in several places but somehow the cement statue looks even more beautiful. It belonged to Lloyd Snide. He was born in 1900 and died in 1954. Beloved Brother is what the tombstone says. And Lloyd too seems to have had no visitors in at least 30 years. I lay some blue flowers for Lloyd and simply say “You’re welcome” as if I was having a conversation with the dead that only I could hear.
And I do this for the next few hours. Reading tombstones and graves and enjoying my time with the departed. All the while missing Shadow. I miss my friend.
I make my way to the car throughout this time each time taking out a new bag of flowers to disperse.
I finish my day and get back into my car. I take the gravel road out and head back on the main road. And through these moments I still hear the words of Twilight in my mind. A part of me is happy you found Sara even if in such a desolate place. But Sara deserved to be where she ended up. She lost hope, and worse of all she lost faith. Did she really think she knew better than God? Did she? She didn't think he had a plan for her, and instead of holding onto her faith she took her own life. Twilight my friend, she damned herself. And I am sorry if my words hurt you. But the fact is, as much issues as I have with God, I know one thing, our life is ours to live, good and bad, we don't get to take the easy way out, we don't. She could of done a numerous of things. But she chose the lazy way out, there is no excuse for that. None at all. And unlike you Twilight we all have just one life to live, one chance to get it right or wrong. But you, you’ve had multiple chances and you still get it wrong? Id say that's a bit unfair to the rest of us.
Just look at Travis Deacon, he and I have nothing in common, cept for the fact that we both live just this one life. Mistakes and all, we live with 2nd chances. No do overs like you Twilight. So Wall or no Wall, circle or no inner circle, its time you grew up. As for Travis, you are lazy. You truly are, you’ve given up opportunities most dream of. You do only the minimum and expect the world handed to you. That's now how the world works. You need to step it up, if you want the IC title, then prove it, just do more, for a few weeks and you will see your just rewards. But I doubt you'll listen to me. You never have.
I have no want for the title, I honestly do not. But its more than just about the title. Its about teaching you something, but the thing do either of you want to learn anything? I really doubt it.
We fade back on the road.
..Fade...to….Darkness…...
