Remnants Of Anothers Life

A story inspired by a picture of a mans tomb.

Remnants Of Another's Life

         This story is fictional although it is based on a conversation I had with a friend who experienced some of the ending of this piece. There is a picture that goes along with this story which will be added. On the roof of the tomb in the picture you will notice a green light. I can't explain what it is but it is a part of the inspiration to this piece, as well as the little bit of information I have been told about this person. I am a strong believer of the supernatural. There are just so many things that can not be scientifically dissected, there is no other way, in my opinion, to explain these occurances.

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         I stood at a close distance for awhile, admiring the beauty surrounding your tomb. Taking in the peaceful quietness, I felt myself floating away on a spiritual updraft. What was it like to be you, I questioned. Letting my imagination carry me through a tunnel of time, back to when you walked among the living, I wondered what impact you may have had on the world or even just a small section of it.



         I saw you on your wedding day, marrying the one true love of your life, after so many women had previously broken your heart. You waited there at the alter with anxious, intense eyes that brightened with each step towards you she took. I saw the one regret you held; not finding her years ago, but you had no doubt your future would be filled with joy. In the end, letting that regret go. You had her there and then and that's what mattered most.



         You were a man that held and gave respect in your community. I saw how generous you were to your fellow man in their times of need, never turning someone away that needed a hand or at the very least a word of advice. I imagined the type of hard worker you were, never afraid to get your hands dirty. You never complained about the rough road you had to take to get to the positions you held. You took life as it was dealt and held your tongue when you knew you should.



         I pictured you when your loving wife gave you the news you'd be a father. How happy and nervous you were, just like all good fathers. I saw you there, waiting anxiously, just like on your wedding day, for the doctor to bring you the news. The twinkle in your eyes showed how much love you planned to give your new child as you held them for the first time. Then the same reactions for each new child you helped bring into this world. I witnessed all the wonderful things you taught your children. The times you spent showing them what beauty there was to be seen in the world. I watched you watching them grow into the adults you taught them to become. I saw the pride you held for them and yourself when they wed and had children of their own. Once again, you showed your grandchildren the wonders of life, loving them as you did your own.



         Your life was filled with joy and sorrow, but the good always outweighed the bad. So now as I stand here I wonder, why it is you rest in peace alone. Where is your loving wife? My guess is a happy one, that she's still among the living, making sure your memory lives on.



         The serenity surrounding your resting place now drew me closer to you. I noticed the slight opening in your door and I wanted to step inside, to take in the peacefulness you must feel there. As I slowly crept towards the entrance, I felt something. Well not just something, more like a feeling neither I nor you were alone. I knew there was no one else there. How could I have not realized something like another person around? But yet I felt this eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach and something, no someone, whispering in the breeze that suddenly engulfed me, demanding that I leave. As I froze in silence, barely taking a breath, I blinked my weary eyes, half stunned - half afraid. But I didn't question whether I should move forward or not. That decision was made when my stomach twisted and tumbled. I stepped back and admired the beauty. Stepped back again and whispered a prayer for you and your loved ones. I then turned and left, never looking back, for the the other side of the graveyard, to search for more remnants of a once living past.





Dedicated to justkip who shared his story about this picture with me. Couldn't have written it without your inspiration. I am grateful to know there is someone who shares this common interest with me.