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The town that I live in – St Wulfram's Church Cemetery

May 21, 2012
I cry a lot because I miss people, they die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more.”

Maurice Sendak



Recently I paid another visit to St Wulfram’s Church and took some time exploring around the cemetery, which I hadn’t done the first time I went there. The gravestones in it range from the 18th to 19th Century and while mainly quite simple in form, had some very beautiful sentiments that I felt were quite touching.


Death is always a complicated issue to talk about and it took me a while to decide if I should write a post that mainly focuses on death and loss. After giving it some consideration and also reading this post at Creature Comforts, on how the blogging world can sometimes be a little unreal and not reflective of people’s real lives, I thought I should. I have in the last few years had to deal with the death and loss of a few close loved ones and this blog wouldn’t be my personal page if I didn’t feel like I could mention it at least. 


Some people are more comfortable than others writing or even reading about this, but regardless of that it is or it will be part of everyone’s life. Just like taxes, it’s the other thing we can be certain of in life. 


So, with this in mind I hope you enjoy the following photos and writings as much as I did. It is by thinking about death that we can appreciate life.


“Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth”


“Life how short Eternity how long.”


“who was taken away from the evil to come”






“Dear Friends why should you mourn for me? I am but where you soon must be.”


Found these two ladybirds on one of the tombstones, a reminder that regardless of all the death life goes on. 



I will post some more photos of the church’s interior on a later date. Find out more about the church on their official website here.


Thanks to Elisa for sending me the article from where the Maurice Sendak quote came from. 

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7 Comments

  • Reply Jean at www.drossintogold.com May 21, 2012 at 18:14

    I recently attended the funeral of a family friend, a gentleman in his late 80's who'd been ill for some time. I didn't have the history with him that my husband did, but nevertheless, I cried. A lot. I cried for the ones who have moved on, for those who are old and nearing their own transition, I cried for my children who hopefully will live long and happy lives etc.

    After the service at the burial site, we drove to another site in the same cemetery where my husband's grandparents were buried.

    The quote is beautiful. I never heard it before, but I love Sendak.

    • Reply Mrs. D May 21, 2012 at 18:20

      Thank you Jean, for your kind words. It is never easy and one never forgets.

  • Reply Jessa Belle May 21, 2012 at 19:04

    I am glad you shared! The stones are just stunning in there design and not something that most people ever see. Gotta love the ladybugs at the end! lol

    Love & Lollies… Jessa

    Caked Vintage Blog

  • Reply The Midwest Muse May 21, 2012 at 19:28

    This looks like so much fun!

  • Reply ernø May 21, 2012 at 19:35

    not easy to write about death, but you did it perfectly. Your photos are nice.

  • Reply 20 York Street July 23, 2012 at 15:34

    There is always a melancholy sentiment that comes with conversations about death but it can also be an inspiring experience.

    I love some cemeteries sometimes, they can be do peaceful. Great photos.

    oxo,

    ML
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