I used to hate this place as a child. It didn't help that I usually went with my grandmother who would point out her recently deceased friends to me. The trip always ended in tears for me. This time was better. Though still melancholy, I walked through the entire park and left with a reinstated vigor for life.
|View From The Top|
|Infant Death one of many|
|She's just Sleeping|
|Beautiful flowers planted on a grave|