On my way to San Antonio the other day, I finally stopped at a little cemetery that I'd been telling myself I'd stop at and never had. It's on I-10 between Houston and SA...I don't even remember the little town it's near. I drove around and came in through the back. I walked all around taking pictures...getting lost in my thoughts...wondering about the people who were buried there...listening to the silence. There were lots of beautiful stones and markers. The grounds were well manicured and even a few visitors came and went during the hour or so I was there. As I found myself at the front entrance, I noticed a black iron gate across the street. At first I thought it was an extension to this cemetery, but as I looked closer I realized that it was a different one all together. Very small, not many grave stones and from what I could tell at that distance, it was not really well cared for. I finished the few shots I still wanted to get and made my way across the street. When I got there and drove under the gate of Rest Haven I was not prepared for the sadness I felt. There were a few headstones but for the most part unmarked stones marking graves scattered here and there. Even the headstones left were broken, falling over and leaning up against trees. You could tell the people buried there were long forgotten. I am posting these pictures first before the others because in all the beauty of the well groomed cemetery across the street, this little forgotten one moved me the most. I know my pictures or my words do not do it justice and in no way actually convey the feelings that they evoked. But...here they are anyways...

I say "Greatest Fear" because I'm so afraid of being alone. I'm not able to have children, so who will come visit me? Who will make sure my marker is not turned over? Will there even be a marker or will it be marked with just a round stone as some I saw at Rest Haven? Depressing right? Who cares...it's what I'm feeling tonight. Tomorrow maybe I'll post rainbows and butterfly's ;-) Goodnight...