In Memory Of...

The purpose of this album isn't to be morbid. In fact, maybe I don't really know the purpose.

When visiting those old, gothic churches, some having been around for 800 years or more...some close to a thousand, I would take notice of the many headstones that surrounded the buildings. Here were that last outward markings of a person that probably attended this church while very young, who soon became one of the leaders, maybe even a teacher or elder, who once loved, ate, cried, mated, sang, and finally died. Maybe for a few decades a child or sibling brought flowers to their grave, but probably in less than fifty years they were forgotten. Over the years, even their names were eroded of the headstone...until all that was left was "In Memory Of" and a segment of a date.

At some churches, the headstones were laid three deep against a wall. Were their grave is probably a mistery today...if anyone even really wonders anymore.

To you sir...to you ma'am...to you young child, I wish I knew you. Then I could remember the memory of you.