Just a Note...

My friends and I visited a graveyard recently, and the creative writing bug bit me. I don't mean to focus on the not-living, or morbid thoughts...it's just what popped into my head, and I HAD to write it down.

I do see, hear, and can talk to spirits in graveyards, and one of the stories is true. I'll leave it up to my readers to pick which one you think actually happened. I really enjoyed writing both of them, and it felt good to be writing for fun again. I'm glad to share these.

You're Never Alone in a Graveyard (Part Two)

A soldier sits under a tree planted near his headstone. Leaves and grass clippings litter the white sandstone. He writes on a piece of paper with a small, peaceful smile on his face. His uniform is as crisp and clean as the first day he put it on. A medal on his chest catches the sun and sends a beam of light into the sky.

I walk over silently and brush away the leaves and debris. "Thank you for your service," I whisper. I gently trace the letters on the stone. Tears come to my eyes. This soldier was a stranger to me, but was someone's son.

The soldier stood behind me and put a hand on my back "Your brother still loves you," he whispers.

I turn and look into the bluest eyes I had ever seen. "Do you have a message for someone?"

"I already delivered it," he stated with a smile. He disappeared without a trace.

(c) Jacqueline Weerts, March 23, 2012

You're Never Alone in a Graveyard (Part One)

Spirit children dance under the evergreen trees. Their dresses float in the air. Blonde and brown hair bounce out of their bows. Giggles fill the air. A child walks up to me, "Will you play with me?" Brown eyes plead.

"I can't right now," I whisper.

The child goes back to the games and dancing, unaware he had just talked to the living. I smile at the carefree children. Their pain and suffering are over. Some lives were cut short and not fully lived. They are at peace now and can play forever. It never rains. The sun always shines. There is always someone to play with. You're never alone in a graveyard.

(c) Jacqueline Weerts, March 23, 2012