Leave flowers on the grave of someone I don't know

I think this is a really great idea. I live a couple miles from a cemetary and I have to wait till the summer to go down there. I would like it if someone did this to my grave stone so I am going to buy some flowers and give some to someone else.

People shoud never be forgotten, even after death. That’s why this seems to me the right thing to do. To remember them.

A lot of people don’t understand this goal I think, but it’s not so hard really. Just a nice thing. I think I’d want someone to do this for me. It was a gloomy day, but I brough lilies and roses and astrolomeria. I was probably the most cheerful person the cemetary has seen in awhile. It really was a nice place, though I felt a little bad for stepping over all the people. I left the flowers by a grave marker that said only: “Evans, my happiness.” Near a pond with ducks and trees, it seemed like a nice place. Before I left I swept away dirt and uprighted a few vases. I wished them a merry christmas, and a hoped they were happy wherever they were now. It felt good. Sort of like a small human comfort. A tiny bit of extra kindness in one little corner of the world. It did feel good.

I’ll be doing this on the 26th…although it wasn’t how I originally pictured it. I didn’t plan on leaving flowers on the grave of someone I knew and loved at the same time…

I was thinking about leaving flowers on the grave of my best friend’s brother, who committed suicide a long time ago. I don’t really know him, I only know what my best friend told me about him. I guess it would be nice to do that for my best friend and his family.

I am finally making this trip after 18 years. I never met the man who gave me life. And now I will make my journey across the states to lay white daisies in the snow, for all the questions, I’ll never know the answers to. Just as I was his silent daisey, the one he swore he’d never speak of, Oh he took his daisy to the grave. So, I too will leave a trace of me on the grave of my strager. The one who made my eyes brown, and my skin golden. The one who shaped my lips and and thighs and hips, the man who plucked my petals in his absence, and in his death, left me staring in the mirror at a stranger.

Yes, I will take my journey, and sit upon his grave. I will pluck his petals and leave a trail of questions and then go home to dream and wait for the answers. I know then, he will finally answer.

And I can forgive. And find closure.

I’m coming home Daddy.

NadiesAngel

i’m going to leave some flowers this weekend at Ian Curtis’s grave

I want to leave flowers on the grave of the former owner of the place I work. I never know her, it was long ago, but I feel that she would like them. I even had a dream about it last night. Maybe it will help her rest in peace.

I felt like such a fake when I did it. I felt like I was desecrating the whole place. I bought some white flowers (signifying peace, I guess) then chose an unmarked cross. Some people walked by and it was weird. There was a lot of snow so I guess the flowers are already dead. Sacrifice. Rest in peace.

I saw this on somebody else’s list and it seems like a nice idea.

Especially with so much snow here. I think this will be nice.