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The word epitaph comes from the Greek, meaning a short text, phrase, or poem, engraved into the gravestone of a deceased person.

It can be a Biblical scripture, a phrase, a reference to the person’s interests, or just about anything you can imagine. One of the most popular inscriptions is “Rest In Peace”. “In Loving Memory” is another one. They can be somber and serious, or uplifting and humorous.

Lots of people have their’s added, after death, by their loved ones. However, some people write their own, their wishes carried out later. Not all headstones have them…only the person’s name, birth and death date. Others mention how they are related to others in their family, such as father, mother, son, daughter of…

Many times, there are hearts, crosses, flowers, or angels, carved into the granite headstone. Some inscriptions refer to the person’s interests and hobbies, such as “Gone Fishin'” or “Gardening in Heaven”. One famous person’s epitaph is simply, “That’s All Folks”, from Mel Blanc, who voiced many cartoons.

Have you ever tried writing one for yourself? I have, and it’s fun, but a bit weird…and trying to say just the right words, your final words to the world, is not as easy as it would seem to be.

In a way, you’ve probably already had some practice doing this…your Twitter profile statement! It is short, and it says something you want people to know about you. Take a look at yours…what does it say? Would you like these words to be your final communication to the world?



You can find listings and records of epitaphs (famous and not so famous) here… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epitaph


For the Daily Post prompt word – final … https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/final/


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© 2017 BS




WRITING 101 – A MAP AS YOUR MUSEcropped-seal_v2-03

For day #18 of Writing 101, we were to use a map to tell a story, in whatever way we chose. I thought of all the kinds of maps there were, like road maps, city maps, country maps, weather maps, and many, many more. Then I thought of all the songs I’ve heard of that mention traveling down a highway, or charting your way through life, and there were so many of these I couldn’t choose. I even spent some time listening to a lot of these, which was nice. Then I tried to find an actual paper map. I know we have some, somewhere in this house, but I couldn’t find any at all. I have no idea where we put them, and it’s been so long since we had to use one. I did the google map/street view for awhile. That’s always fun, but I still didn’t know what to write about.

I finally tried to think of some other kind of map, that might not be so obvious. I wanted something different to write about. Then I remembered…we’d gotten a map of the city cemetery, not long ago. I found it, and took a picture of it. Why we had this, was that we went to the cemetery to just look around. I love going to see all the headstones, taking pictures (hoping to get something strange, like an orb or a ghost?). Yes, that would be me, doing that.

This local cemetery is the oldest here in town, and is very large. It is very well maintained, with beautiful grounds, and all kinds of interesting headstones are allowed, along with a few mausoleums, and beautiful statues. It is also a bit of a tourist attraction, being that the rock and roll singer, Buddy Holly, is buried here. It is also said to be very haunted. I’ve never been there at night, though I would like to.

While we were there, we wanted to also look up some of our relatives gravesites there. We didn’t remember where exactly one was located. We walked all over where we thought it was, but couldn’t find it. The others, I’d never seen them before, but knew they were out here somewhere.

So, we stopped by the caretaker’s building to ask. She was very helpful. We gave her the names, and she looked them up on her computer, and printed us out the map of the graveyard. It had each section named, each small roadway marked, and each plot numbered and catalogued. She explained how to get to them, as we looked at the map.

So, off we went down the little named lanes, looking for the ones she’d marked off for us. Now it was easy to find them. We paid our respects to our relatives, then I took pictures. I don’t think I captured anything strange this day, though.

Here’s a picture of the graveyard map, and one of the famous Umlauf Angel statue. It is said that tears have been seen falling from the angel’s eyes on occasion.



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© 2015 BS




(A Test From an Angel in an Unlikely Place)

This incident happened a few years ago. It was on Christmas Eve, if I remember correctly. The unlikely place was the grocery store.

I’d gone to the store to get some last minute items. The store was crowded, as they were to close early that night. I was over in produce, and this nondescript woman started a conversation with me. She was shorter than me, and had on a beige coat, a scarf, and glasses. Her hair was light brown, going gray, and it was messy. She also had a slight disability in her speech and demeanor.

I can’t remember the exact conversation, but it was about the fruits and vegetables, and also about the crowds, and Christmas…things like that. It was a little hard to understand her, but she was nice, and I talked to her for a bit. Then I went on with my shopping.

However, everywhere I went in the store, this woman would be there, too. I didn’t see her come up the aisle, and I don’t think she had a basket, but there she’d be, still wanting to talk. So this went on the whole time I was there.

I kept getting this really strong feeling…and I kept thinking about angels…for no reason. Then, I thought, maybe this woman is an angel. I couldn’t shake the feeling, it just kept getting stronger. Well, I kept talking to her, as everywhere I went in the store, she would be there right beside me.

Then, I seemed to get an inkling…or revelation…of why this was happening. This was a test…a test to see if I was perceptive, and could recognize what was going on. And of my compassion for those less fortunate with disabilities, and in how I responded and treated this woman.

There was definitely some kind of reason for this to be going on…I knew that, then. Well, in the end, I went to check out my groceries, and I said goodbye to her. The regular clerks said they’d never seen her in the store before, either. I never saw her again, but she will remain in my memories of that night.

Now, I don’t know for sure if angels appear as regular people, at random times, or for what reasons, but in my mind, this is what it was.


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