Thursday, April 10, 2008
THOUSAND WORD THURSDAY
I love old graveyards. There's something so holy about them. Probably because all those words engraved on the markers and headstones represent such love.
This one can be found behind the Presbyterian Church at Cades Cove in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I took the pic two days before my mother-in-law died. When I look at it, I feel really connected to her, as if it represents HER, not the person it actually is intended to remember. Isn't that crazy?
"The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
- Douglas Adams