Gone But Not Forgotten

During my afternoon stroll I went for a wee wonder around Paddington Old Cemetery to try and clear my head. It can be a bit of grind working from home sometimes, especially when I don’t have any appointments to attend.

Working long hours at home can sometimes be a bit of a bore, but its the path I have chosen and the prospect of working for the boss man again and having to deal with the bull shit of work colleagues who were wishing they were some place else, but have allowed themselves to be stuck in their own self created prison, fills me with dread…

I was just about nodding off whilst I was working this afternoon, which was my cue to head out and get some fresh air. A walk around the graveyard, followed by a seat in this tranquil setting is the perfect way to unwind. I always take a note book and a pencil with me just in case I come up with any sudden flashes of inspiration. Which does occasionally happen from time to time…believe it or not.

Whilst I was wandering around I couldn’t help but notice a bunch of flowers sitting at one of the small family tombs…I thought that was a strange site!.. I know what your thinking is this guy crazy or what, its a fucking graveyard…that’s what people do, they lay flowers as an offering to the dead, or something like that. It was strange because the last person that was put into that particular hole in the ground was done so over 120 years ago. I was surprised that anybody even cared about them any more, there certainly cant be anybody alive that personally knew them.

I thought it was a nice touch to see those pretty flowers sitting next to the old Tomb…I walk past gravestones in Paddington Old Cemetery that have been there less than 10 or 20 years and by the state of them it has been hell of a long time since they were last cared for.

There are hundreds of gravestones that you cant even read who is in that particular hole in the ground or they lye in ruins. It has been many a year since most of them had a friend or family members visit them…Thousand of people who are long forgotten…Life after all is for the living.

When my time comes, I will be happy enough having my ashes scattered into the wind. What is the point of gravestones…In 10, 20 or 50 years times it will lye  in ruins and the only visitors it will receive are…well quite probably know one.

Are gravestones nothing but vanity and people not wanting to be forgotten or are they something tangible where your friends and loved ones can grieve your death. Whichever it is, the purpose is soon over. Fuck grieving me when I’m gone, it will be a celebration of a fun filled and happy live. It will be a party and if your not down with that your not invited…!

Gone but not forgotten…when’s the last time you visited a family member or friends gravestone?…It has been such a long, long time for me, that I can’t even remember. When I get back to Aberdeen, there is someone that I must pay my respects to, she is maybe gone, but she will never be forgotten by me…God Bless you A.C…

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