I received a letter the other day from a woman, we will call her Mrs. Smith, so her identity can remain private. Mrs. Smith went on a two page rant about how the Goth communities obsession with cemeteries, death, crypts and all other cool things is extremely unhealthy and ruining our society.
My first instinct was to verbally flip her off, but then I remembered I am a classy, educated woman and decided as hopeless as it was to try to show Mrs. Smith the light. (Hope some of you caught that irony.)
Finding peace and beauty in a cemetery is not morbid. Cemeteries are places we lay our ancestors to rest to honor them. It’s a place to come to reflect on their life, our lives and the memories we’ve shared. I love cemeteries.
When I was little we use to play Capture-The-Flag in a cemetery. And now that I am older, I find them humbling. Anytime I stroll through a cemetery or a crypt I can feel the memories, the sadness, the happiness, the peace, the honor that is present. It always reminds me it is wonderful to be alive. And no matter what is going on in my life that is turbulent, I can find peace at a cemetery knowing it is an honor to be breathing this world’s air.
I would LOVE to hear your opinion on the matter. Even better, read this moving story about the most moving cemetery memorial I’ve ever seen.
Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia. I have been here and it is a very, very humbling experience. That little bit I wrote about being privileged to be alive certainly rings true when you walk through the cemetery that hosts these fallen heroes.
Holloways Through Time
Edgy & Avante Garde Goth Editorial
22 Animal Omens of Death
“The angel cried through the rain in the cemetery of souls, and when his tears fell into the ground his pain was felt in multiple hearts.”
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