Baby Nathan Whiting. Departed this world at 2 months.
It's always sad seeing the graves with the lamb, you know what the symbol means from across the cemetery. But now having my own child, it's even harder seeing these graves. Someone's whole universe, lost. No parent should ever have to bury their child.
So happy to have been in St. Augustine when the Tolomato Cemetery was open! They open to the public just one Saturday a month. The site was initially a village of Guale Indian converts and the monks who ministered to them. I'm dying 😁 to know what lies beneath!
"F'n Cat." Sometimes inscriptions don't need to be complex. Driving through the desert this morning, stopped at the grave of "F'n Cat." I asked about this a couple years ago and I eventually heard the following. A big, stray tomcat showed up at the trailer where an angry old codger lived alone, and the cat refused to leave. The guy started calling it "That F'n Cat," and that simply became the cat's name. You probably know how these things work themselves out: the angry old man eventually came to love that F'n Cat. I was told he even had some nice names for it too--although he wouldn't say them if anyone else was around to hear. The two lived together for the next ten years, dying within three months of each other in 2007. The story of course came to me second hand, but to be honest from what I know of cats, angry old men, and the desert, it sounds about right. #petcemetery#grave#tombstone#catlove#catstories#livingwithcats#fncat#cemetery#graveyard#desertliving#angryoldman
Hundreds of unmarked graves behind the old DeJarnette Sanitarium in Staunton VA. Chilling.
My mom wanted to go check it out so we walked all around the grounds today and peeked in windows. 💀👻🏨