i found this yesterday as i was traveling through spring grove

this really personified grief for me

so overwhelming

it really struck me 

i found myself going over and placing my hand on her back

 the marble was very cold and rough

as often as i find myself in cemetaries

i have never felt the need to touch a stone before

it was very much like i needed to comfort her

thinking about it later

i realized this is great art

something that moved me so much

that i had to act

had to touch her

and only now

do i realize

that it was me

that i was comforting