People are doing all sorts of wonderful, unique and creative ways to honor and remember their dead.

It’s a way to tell a story and in telling that story we hope to have that person live on- and they do.

But the story teller does that too.

I was at a cemetery, taking  in the atmosphere, snapping pictures, learning stories when I saw this bench and the blue container behind it:

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

So I took the lid off and looked inside:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I couldn’t tell you what was in there exactly, all of it was fragile and on the verge of falling apart so I didn’t touch any of it.

But their story was in there,  I just didn’t have the heart to dig for it.

It wasn’t a wasted story.

The is also a story was about the person who left these things here, they had a story to tell something they wanted to share.

And when I look over these pictures I can see it, and waiting for it to come together has a taste that all writers know.

JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Graveyard