Wyuka Cemetery

Staring for miles on this dreary, gloomy day I feel the pain and hardships of losing someone close. The thousands of gravesites lying beneath me instantly put a frown upon my face. It hurts the most to see the death dates on many, knowing that some did not get to live a full-filled life, and parents having to bury their young, innocent children. Or the others where you can see the death of a family, all having the same rest in peace dates. The Wyuka Cemetery located in Lincoln is one of the nicest funeral gravesites I have ever visited. Going to any gravesite has always been a slight fear of mine, fearing that the pain I once endured would be again experienced. Having to lose someone close to me is one of the hardest experiences I have gone through in my lifetime, especially the suicidal or accidental deaths. As the wind blows, I sense a feeling of spirits swimming around me. The thought worries me, but I know that these people are only trying to help, watching over the ones they left behind. I cannot fathom how many dead people there are in this cemetery, or all the others in Lincoln, let alone the rest of this world. Walking around here makes me question death and the understanding. Why can’t everyone just live until how long WE want? In my religion, I am taught that God has a plan for everyone. I do believe this statement, but sometimes it’s just hard understanding WHY. My eyes are suddenly drawn to this gravesite by the name of Ryne, tears instantly fill my eyes. This boy only lived a few years, but the Ryne I knew lived until he was nineteen, ending his life just a little over five months ago. The images flashing in my mind, the hurt and the pain of losing him, a best friend is indescribable. As I force myself to move on, I find myself stumbling over a gorgeous guardian angel statue, I feel this as a sign Ryne has sent me, reaching out and telling me he is watching over us. At once, my body is warmed and can sense a touch of security. For a moment I can feel at peace knowing that he is in a better place. I am happy that I am leaving this funeral home with the thought that I am being watched over, by all the ones I’ve lost.