While I’m staying at the Bishop Lake Campground at Brighton Recreation Area, I visited and wrote about downtown Brighton. Today I thought I’d share another part of that day walking along the boardwalk and through the historic Brighton Cemetery.
The glorious displays of flowering baskets hanging from every lamp post on Main Street and all along this bridge that crosses Mill Pond kept a grin on my face all day.
There is also a boardwalk that extends from the bridge and on one side is the Brighton Village Cemetery. Old cemeteries and tombstones are fascinating to me, so I walked through and gave thanks for my life as I read the basics about the people buried here – when they were born, when they died – and wondered about what went on in their lives inbetween. Reminded me of a short article I wrote about Life Lessons From Cemeteries. I pray I will always remember…
View of the bridge from the cemetery
Here’s what the sign says:
The earliest burial in the Brighton Village Cemetery was that of Truman Worden, who died in 1837… and 30 Civil War veterans are interred in the cemetery. Of the 571 graves, representing 154 families, 99 are for children under the age of 10, a reminder of the hardships faced by early Miciganians.
This day was also a pleasant reminder of another visit to an interesting cemetery at Jacksonville, Oregon. I was particularly reminded of that day because like then, today I saw another rabbit darting among the gravestones and thought of the lessons I had learned then from reading about this kind of encounter.
So yet another interesting day with experiences I am so thankful for… and may I never forget:
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather sliding in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and proclaiming, ‘Wow, what a ride!'”