Tranquility of a Cemetery

As we come in to a burial site, we office be filled with fears or take aim some sort of majestic faceing. Our first impression may be of dark cold nights and discontinue lives. What is a sc ary and dreadful place for some people it is a very meaningful place for me. This place is so meaningful to me because my convey is buried in that respect. Cemeteries ar important to bringing perspective and serenity, because they bring us a connection to where we came from, it helps us realize the tenderness of life, and they help us to relax a little bit through their calmness.I have had so many things impact my life and they all seem to end up in the same place. Cemeteries are not the dreaded and scary things of superstitions. They are holding places for memories and faith. The memories I hold from Bellevue memorial park are not from within the place itself but from the people it holds. It helped me realize the triviality of life by taking many people I love before I expected them t o go. My father is buried in my around meaningful place my grandma and one of my uncles are in that respect to a fault.The solar day we buried my dad it was a beautiful day outsides, it was nice and braw although it looked alike(p) it was going to rain. As I entered the burying ground I see tombstones piled up from left to right and right to left , theres was people buries in every direction. On one corner there are tombstones dated as far back as the 1800s, those are the oldest tombs. Then theres a section as you are coming in to the cemetery, called the mausoleum. As you go in there its very quiet, but the smell of the mausoleum is the same smell of a vector decomposition piece of meat.As you approach to the middle section of the cemetery there is the baby section. This section is always filled with balloons flowers and all kinds of decorations, for their birthdays or exceptional occasions. This is the saddest section of the whole cemetery because you always see at least 1 mother crying to their dead child. In the older sections of the cemetery there where caskets coming out the commonwealth, you could see that since they have been there too long the dirt has pushed them out. I walked around the whole cemetery and I matt-up sad for all f these people that have disordered their lives in accidents, crimes, or just health problems. I kind of felt like I was in fear of losing my life too, because I was skirt by death. As we approached to the section where my father was going to be buried, it smelled like fresh flowers and plants, but if u smelled deep enough there was a humid smell in the air of the rotting corpses underneath the ground I was stepping on. Ive been at this cemetery three times and as close as I can remember it felt the same. I felt scared, anxious my watcht beat was accelerating as we were wreakting nigher to putting my loved ones underground.The grass was green and freshly cut it seemed as if they had just cut it for this occasio n. Every time I go to the cemetery Im not scared anymore I feel peaceful, when you go there you get relaxed because its very quiet, there is no sound in sight all u can hear is the static in your ears. Also its hard to explain the emotions you get as you enter a cemetery you feel sad, scared, anxious dozens of mixed emotions. One thing I remember the most is the timbre of knowing that once my dad was going underground I was neer going to see him again all I was left with was his reposition and his tomb.