Life is but a DREAM for the DEAD.

Mom and I took a voyage up to my grand-dad's grave yesterday evening. We had to go up there to see whether my uncle planted flowers or not (because my grandma didn't believe him when he said he did, so mom and I had to go see for ourselves xD). And he did. They're all lovely, and he planted different varieties of flowers. I got to water them, and will have to take a couple trips up to the cemetery a few times a week to do so. We don't want the flowers to die too quickly. ^^; It's supposed to be in the high 80s this week.

After that, mom and I walked around the cemetery to look at all the different graves and such. As I was walking around and admiring all the different gravestones (most of them were Celtic crosses, because it IS an old Irish cemetery) and looking at birthdates and deathdates, I realized that it's...really tranquil up at a cemetery. I feel at peace, somehow...there's no one around to bother me, no disturbances, no distractions...just yourself and hundreds of people that once were alive, now buried in the earth and replaced by a slab of stone engraved with a name. I don't know whether I'm being a creep or not, but I actually enjoy looking at all the graves around me, calculating how old somebody was when they died, seeing Happy Birthday balloons, flowers, and candles decorating a gravesite that's supposed to bring sadness and loneliness of the families and friends that the dead person left behind.

I don't know. It's just a little odd quirk about me~