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Bonaventure Cemetery
Jan. 29, 2002

Savannah
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We also rode our bikes through Bonaventure Cemetery, which we put on our "must see" list after we saw it in the movie "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil."

Neither of us had ever seen the movie, so we rented it the first night in Savannah. But we both got too sleepy before the end, so didn't finish it until the next morning. Maybe that's why it ended up making no real sense to us, but it was still cool to see Savannah right after seeing the movie.

The massive ancient oak trees dripping with that old Spanish moss lent just the right spookiness that I don't think I'd want to be there other than in daylight.
Now this is a cemetery that was done in an age when people were really into the extravagant burying business.
Some of the statues and monuments were unbelievably elaborate and the stories they told either in words or by the sad expressions of the statues depicting those left behind were heart-breaking and memorialized their grief for all time.

The other interesting thing that riding around that cemetery did for me was that in thinking about death, I realized that there has never before been a time in my life that I could honestly say that if I died this very moment, I would be doing exactly what I want to be doing with my life. Even though I haven't seen everything I want to see yet, I would have no regrets because I am in the process of it and not putting it off until a "better time." Sometimes the "better time" doesn't show up.

I remember reading once that in retrospect, more elderly people regret the things they didn't do more than the things they did. If the testimony of the still-living doesn't prove the wisdom of following your dreams, the stillness of the graves sealed that deal for me. Even though spirit goes on, the unique opportunities afforded by this particular life is lost and that is a loss never recoverable in quite the same way.

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