I'm a busy single mom to 4, so don't have time for such things in a long time. When I was younger though, I did feel drawn to the peace and tranquility of cemetaries, and visited them from time to time. Once at age of 18, driving the streets w. other misfits in the middle of the night after drinking bottomless cups of coffee at an all night diner, I took my friends to the cemetary to show them it was a cool place to be. I didn't realize cemetaries were "private property" that closed at a certian time each night! The cops came and not only drove us out but searched my old beat up car and kept us standing around as they ran our IDs!
Didn't go in the middle of the night again after that!~ Had children fairly young and all was redirected to them. My way of honoring the peace of cemetaries has been to teach my children about it as we'd drive by, telling them it is not a scary, spooky place. It is a place of memories and rememering loved ones in our heart and a place of love and respect. I still find it fascinating, that was triggered as a very young child visiting graves and putting flowers each Memorial Day w my Mom and Grandma. Yet as for me, I find ground burials disturbing and will dontate any useful parts and be cremated. I spent a long time contemplating things like this at a young age. I used to think I could deal with a vault, yet as I grew older and more practical, I abandoned this.
I think my Grandma thought it a bit creepy how fascinated I was with these visits as a young child. My mother, ever my interpreter, explained to her I was just a very sensitive child, unusual but smart and advanced. She acepted my oddities and we never knew of AS in my upbringing. I have never met anyone else with this particular fascination/ appreciation for cemetaries, I kind of forgot about it until this thread. I keep "getting it" over and over on this board. Seeing myself and my past through new lenses of undertstanding my brain wiring. Thanks for the post.