I sat down to tell you the story of our fireworks experience this year, wherein my husband was sick, and so late at night I alone took our two children to a city 25 miles away that I had only ever driven past before, and we couldn't find a place to park but finally did, and walked 2 blocks past a cemetery and saw a dead squirrel and we watched 15 minutes of fireworks and got back home at 11:41 that night.
But really, that's the whole story. I keep focusing on the cemetery part. In usual daylight settings, I really enjoy cemeteries. I love the history of them. I like wandering in the grass, soaking up the silence, and looking at the beautiful headstones. I like the old sections, with crumbling words and sinking stones. I like the new sections with color pictures and poems. I like cemeteries so much that on vacation, I even schedule visits to local resting places.
My favorite cemetery that I have been to is Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. We went in October of 2007. I could have spent so much time there. It is a vast place. There is no way you could see it all in one day. But we saw a lot. Here are some pictures.
I was 14 weeks pregnant.
Yep, he went with us.
So big, it had street signs.
My favorite picture of the place.
So in the daytime, with other adults present, I enjoy it. At night, alone except for the kids, I felt scared. I'm not sure what I was scared of or what I thought might happen. I saw a mylar balloon floating above a stone, and it startled me badly. I watched too many scary movies in my teen years, I suppose.