While seeking the grave of a former Pastor's wife at Second, I saw the name Rebbeca on a tombstone. Having never seen a double B in the name before, I took a picture of it and emailed it to my daughter Rebekah.
I thought she would be excited to see another rendition of her name. Oops!! I was wrong. She quickly let me know she felt it was creepy to see her name on a tombstone, no matter how it's spelled.
I was taken aback. I never thought of a gravestone as creepy, or of a cemetery as morbid. Ruth and I sometimes do our cruising through a cemetery. I never find them boring.
Believe me. Graveyards are for the living, not the dead. Okay, that may be a bit overstated, but you know what I mean.
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