So, I stopped by the cemetery the other day, in reference to my post the other day Just Curious. I stopped mid morning, because even though I would love to talk to the family of this person, I don’t want to intrude on their grief.
I was right, this person was a Pacific Islander, based on the name and the picture on the headstone. I actually took a picture of the headstone, but won’t post it, out of respect for the family. I’m sure they don’t want some random person posting pics of it on her silly little blog.
He died on March 13, 2011 and was just 25 years old. I did a search for an obit, to see if I could find out more info, but could not find one. Twenty five is so incredibly young. He was obviously well loved, considering the fact that he has a group of visitors at his grave site almost every single night. I wish I could stop and hug each one of them, get them to tell me stories about him and maybe cry with them for a bit.
See, this is what I do when I have a month off from school with nothing else to do.
May 22nd, 2011 at 12:46 pm
I do hope you stop one day and cry with them. And that you ask them about him… and let them know how you knew how loved he is by their devotion. Really, I do. The bereaved are a kind and grateful folk.