I love graveyards, morbid I know, but I find them really peaceful places. I also find it fascinating to read about people who were here long before I was. I took this photo in the Louis I graveyard in New Orleans. It was on top of a mausoleum containing the remains of a two year old boy called Larry. I don’t know who Larry was or how he died, but this angel is a permanent reminder that he was here and he was loved and I find that deeply moving. There is part of me that hopes that when I die that there will be a small reminder for the generations that come that I was here.
Blog title comes from this quote by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just ourselves