I waited a long time before I was comfortable posting these pictures. I actually took these last March. I realize some might find it disrespectful. For those that do find this post in bad taste, I apologize. However, I feel the most disrespectful thing we can do is act as though they never existed. You can’t pick and choose your history.

I drove past a very old cemetery and I think the most disheartening thing I saw wasn’t the lack of flowers – it was all the broken head stones. Some of these individuals have been gone since before my great grandparents era and now they aren’t only forgotten – they’re disrespected. You can determine so much about one’s family and friends by the items they leave at their gravestone.

My grandmother passed away a little over a year ago. She is buried in Chicago so I haven’t been able to visit her grave site.