I’m not planning on pretending I know how to blog, because I definitely don’t. But I guess that’s the point, is that there aren’t rules, I like that. Tuesday was the first day that I could finally take a breath without an English paper and an assortment of tests looming over my head. Pine Hill cemetery is the oldest in Auburn, and I had never been, so I went. Such a breath of fresh air with quiet and serenity at my fingertips. Walking around the beaten path of family plots, I passed each lifetime one by one. Each person had a story to tell, a mother, a son, a daughter, a wife. Some were young, some not so. Some were civil war heroes some I suppose were victims of the depression. It made me feel so small to observe so many histories in front of me, daring me to make my own. This is what I have

RG