We take a walk just about every day in a local cemetery. It’s not overly large nor does it have grand mausoleums or many elaborate memorials. It’s not even an extremely beautiful cemetery, although there are lanes such as the one shown here that I find lovely. It’s just a pleasant place to walk in relative quietness.
Part of our routine is to pick up garbage that blows into the cemetery or is left behind by slobs who feel that all the world is their trash bin. It seems that hardly a day goes by that we don’t retrieve at least a handful of bottles, cups, fast food packaging and crumpled cigarette packs. I don’t know how much we have picked up over the years but it is a considerable amount.
Too much.
I have began to simply accept that most people feel some sort of right to let others be responsible for their trash but it’s hard not to get angry at the sheer laziness of it. But we’ll no doubt continue to pick up others’ garbage. I like this place and the calmness of it plus both Cheri and I have family members and friends buried here. So, it just seems like a simple act of respect to pick up a few things to keep their graves clean.
I thought I would have this week’s Sunday morning music match the thought. Here’s the great Mavis Staples singing See That My Grave Is Kept Clean. Have a great day and keep it clean out there, okay?
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