Apparently my life seems to revolve around death. At least that’s what I was asked when I presented this to my peers when this was just a senior project.
My first thought was that I definitely spent too much time in Hot Topic as a kid, you know, back when we all had our emo phase that we don’t talk about anymore. My second thought was that I didn’t really opt into this revolution around death, it was thrust upon me. I come from a large Catholic family, so we have a lot of extended family members, and a lot of those family members are past the prime of their life. I went to three wakes/funerals in one week last year. It was part of the June where we knew at least one person who died every week. No lies. Or maybe it was work. Dead people have been my livelihood for almost eight years because I work in history. Some people will get upset when I say things like, “Let’s go talk about some dead people.” It’s history. We’re always going to be talking about dead people. Calm yourself.
My final thought, which I didn’t think of until I was taking some pictures this weekend is this:
This connection between death and me probably started at a very young age when I realized my family’s wiffleball field was a cemetery.
Now we weren’t disrespectful. We weren’t like, “Okay. Johnson is first, Chase is second, Murphey is third, and…hell, let’s make Anderson home. PLAY BALL!!” No. We played away from the graves because it was a field larger than my aunt’s backyard, and the only time we interacted with them is when we kids decided it would be fun to play hide and see. We even shrink our diamond as the years go on and more people are buried in the area. But, regardless of how little we interacted with them, we were still in a graveyard. And everyone thinks that’s weird.
Oh, well. You get a fun writing exercise out of this experience so maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. And we don’t play wiffleball there anymore, but my aunt still lives next to the graveyard, so it was convenient to go searching for some gems there this weekend. Seen below. Maybe you’ll see a couple of writings from them later this week.