Some years ago I visited a cemetery in my town that I
thought a very beautiful place. It is very well kept and
has a beautiful mausoleum all built in marble.
This cemetery is on a cliff overlooking the ocean, so it was a place for
me to go for peace.
One late morning I was walking around
looking at the various headstones and monuments, feeling
kinda guilty that all of my family was buried in a little
cemetery across town and that I should be there paying my
respects instead, so I decided to go to the little cemetery across town and
visit my grandmothers grave of whom I lived with when I was
small.
On my way out I noticed in the distance a spray of
lavender flowers that looked like lilacs on a grave, I
kinda thought as I neared the grave that the person would
not mind if I took a sprig for my grandmother as Lilacs
were her very favorite flower. I was sure they wouldn't
mind sharing a small sprig. As I got up to the grave and
looked down, to my horror the name on the gravestone was my
own! None of the birth or other information matched just
the name. Well needless to say I never took the Lilacs, I
high tailed it out of there as fast as I could and never
went back.
Guess I learned my lesson...not to take things
that don't belong to you.
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