Today was one of those big venues.  Sometimes, you just have those kind of days in which you eat your oatmeal, go to work, come home, watch the news, go to bed.  You know how it goes….. “Time to make the donuts.”  THEN…… other days…… are BIG, BIG days. This was one of those.

We explored things today. Historical Things.  The H.L. Hunley Museum.  So great. Deep Link. Magnolia Cemetery.  Loads of Dead People.  Grave-y Link. Dinner at Hall’s Chop House.   Big Yum. Beefy Link. And… a night ghost tour of the Old City Jail.  Creepy.  Spooky Link. There’s so much to write about each one of these… I’ll come back to them at later dates.

But the photo above is the gated entrance to a small section in Magnolia Cemetery.  A mother and a father were buried there.  Along with their 5 children.  Four of those kids, died before they were 3 years of age.  One survived into adulthood.  Her name was Selina.  The family name was Riggs.

The last child was born, and died, on ??? dates in December of 1863.  The mother passed away in January of 1864.  I think the series of events were related.  Heaven only knows what kind of stories that family had…. what their lives were like… and their losses.  The thing of it was….. there were literally thousands of headstones in this one single cemetery in our little corner of the planet.  Each stone is filled with stories, and a life lived…. and a life gone by.  Most of them all but forgotten.   Concrete and Stone.

I know all of this sounds a bit down-trodden.  But really, it is something good to think about….  and consider… as we make our choices throughout the day………

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” – Howard Thurman