Lest we forget

My daughter and I stumbled across a country graveyard with stones whose inscriptions had many a tale to tell.

Long, fruitful lives. Infant deaths. Drownings. Accidents. All human life - and death - was there.

And some forgotten graves, like this one, almost completely reclaimed by nature.

Was it depressing? A little. Sobering? Like a kick in the balls and a bucket of ice water.