Roadside graves have been a fascination for me all my life. When I went to Greece in 1980-something I saw elaborate structures that often held vials of oils and other mysterious things. In the U.S. too many of these markers are for kids who’ve been involved in a drunk driving accident. Around here it seems there’s at least one fatal crash of high school-age kids every year.
In a way, it is a more appropriate, and perhaps more meaningful, grave than one in a cemetery. It marks the spot where life was suddenly stopped. Mourners identify with that. The marker in this photo is on North Road in Salt Point, NY and is carefully tended. Seasons are celebrated. Birthdays, too.
Molly,
ReplyDeleteThis is a truly touching photograph! The memorial makes you wonder who died there, and when you do so, it makes you wake up and value your own life more.
Sally