“The grave is but the threshold of eternity.”

Robert Southey

For some reason, I have always had a thing for cemeteries. They are quiet, serene, peaceful, and I enjoy reading the gravestones. In Newfoundland, there are many graves of young children, or seamen lost at sea, that pull at your heartstrings as you wonder about their loved ones left behind, and what lives they led before they passed on. And you will find graveyards in the most nostalgic of places, resettled communities, atop cliffs overlooking the sea, tucked in a cove where only a dirt path leads in and out, old stones buried among the berry bushes.

“Everyone, deep down within, carries a small cemetery of those he has loved.”

Romain Rolland