To the editor:
The road to the cemetery is often painful and brings sorrow to many who have laid to rest loved ones — mothers, fathers, spouses, children, relatives and friends.
For others, the walk between the pathways of wooden crosses and stone monuments brings to mind those times spent with kinfolk and friends.
Memories that are a flashback of fishing up at Mame’s Wharf, reeling in a good sized salmon or trout; a day’s hunting with a friend at Blackstone Siding, no deer killed, but oh the companionship of tracking through the woods together; perhaps a snowmobile ride in the winter on well-groomed trails or a motorcycle trip downstate.
We continue our walk, reading the names of familiar folks, who were prominent and active in our town’s growth. The foresight they had to lead and take a stand when it wasn’t popular to do so. Thinking back of heeded arguments at council meetings, and the struggles to appease the people’s demands. The pros and cons of the decisions made.
Passing other graves, we wonder about the untold stories — some perhaps shady and colorful and many secretive still.
In the cemetery, flags of red, white and blue wave in the breeze on graves indicating the men and women who served our country in wars to preserve and secure the freedom we have today. Let us not forget the price they paid and are still paying.
Many people think death is the end of life. Not so. And Jesus Christ proved it by His resurrection from the grave.
To those who have received Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior, death takes our soul to be with Him in heaven with the promise, that in the coming of the Savior’s return to earth, our soul will be reunited to our resurrected bodies to live forever. What glorious Good News to look forward to.
Death is not the end of life. We shall spend it somewhere either with our Savior or with Satan. The cemetery is a reminder. The choice is yours to make.
Margaret Kimball
Caribou
