(They finally got Jim's stone set last Monday night. It's amazingly beautiful)
Today is my first official day of spring break and it has been very eventful thus far.
As we continued our drive, I looked around at all the old houses and wondered about random things. This might be creepy, but I think about the people who live there and the people who have lived there and what their story is. Especially if we pass an old cemetery - I think a lot about the people who are buried there. The graves you can hardly read anymore probably intrigue me the most. It's kind of sad to think that these people probably had family come visit their grave often when they first died, now they probably get no visitors. It's odd to think that after we're gone, life continues to go on, until eventually no one on this planet knows you existed.