There is always a story there
While reading the letter called, “City beginning to look like a cemetery”, I realized that I have a very different reaction while driving past memorials where a death has taken place. First, I am overcome with sadness and I wonder what the story is. I pray for those left behind. Then I try to drive carefully because a death has taken place there.
I remember reading (probably in The Gazette) about someone who drove across the country and wrote a book about the little memorials he or she came across and took the time to research. There is always a story there, and it’s worth taking to heart.