The boys had a stake youth activity at a graveyard at the beginning of May to help with indexing work for gravesites to help people in their family history research. I enjoyed wandering around because I find graveyards to be peaceful places that are full of history as well as human longing and emotion.
It's kind of funny that my first post for May is about graves, because May was a really hard month. I mean, a REALLY hard month, in an emotionally devastating sort of a way, and for more reasons than one. Without a doubt I had the worst week of my whole life in May. It was awful. But I survived, and have experienced personal miracles as I've healed and recovered and gone on to thrive in my own way. The people from these graves may not have survived (okay, they died so they didn't), but hopefully they too have gone on to thrive in the next phase of their eternal existence.
