Oh, the cemeteries I've seen!
Rural cemeteries and pioneer gravestones are my particular weakness. Head me out onto a country gravel road under sunny summer skies, on my way to discovering a new cemetery and I'm head over heels stone cold in love. For background music I could well be accompanied by my own version of "country roads take me home.” Talk about a love song, John Denver. Take me home to heaven- as close as I'll come while yet having both feet firmly anchored above ground.
Cemetery after cemetery, the dearly departed charm me with their plea: remember me. The oft carved stanza on early New England tombstones beseeches and teaches:
Remember me as you pass by
As you are now so once was I.
As I am now so you will be
Prepare for death and follow me.
sums up my mantra. O, take me Home, country roads.