Fernweh is AWOL...
I imagine I’ll leave the flowers on the grave of someone who is long, long gone. Hopefully more than 100 years. I’ll look for an overgrown grave, and carefully leave the flowers there when no one is around.
I’ve loved old graveyards for years. There was one near my school and I would go there as a teenager and read the inscriptions. On my visits I’d try to work out the ages people lived to, and try to glean a bit of othe family history, if is a family grave.
It sounds a bit morbid, I know, but I’m not really like that. I only like old graveyards, as looking at new ones is a bit too painful, and passing relatives would think it was odd. I don’t actually visit many, only really when visiting old churches with relatives. Even in my school days I’d only do it every now and then.
I’m not sure why I’m so drawn to these places. Maybe it is the romance of days gone by. Maybe because I would like the people interred to still be remembered, once their loved ones have also gone.
I’m a bit worried about feeling like a phoney when I finally get round to this goal. On some level I worry that I might not be doing it just for the person, but maybe more for myself. I don’t think the person the flowers are for will know.
Maybe I need to have a scout around beforehand to see if any particular grave catches my eye. If and when one touches me I’ll get some flowers, until then I’ll keep looking.
