"Love is patient and kind, it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited, it is never rude or selfish, it does not take offense, nor is it resentful. Love takes no pleasure in others’ sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes." ~ I Corinthians 13:4It was a late Novembers night when I lay there reading the handwritten passage on the back page of my great grandfathers journal. A tattered memoir with a broken spine, filled with quotes and scriptures he held close. The moon light illuminating the earth, making shadows dance behind the headstones; my great grandfathers just one out of the hundreds.
I lay there silently, my head resting close to the cold engraved rock. I would read aloud quotes that spoke out to me. Though I was alone, I knew he was always there.
I came here often while I was still alive, to visit with our dear departed I guess. There was something about a cemetery that could just ease my mind and make all the problems fade to nothing. Maybe it was just that I could still be with him again. I could always feel his presence there when I came to read with him on those long and lonely nights.
My name is Alec Asten, and today was the day I died.