Reflections 2

A different kind of reflection and blip for me. I was in town again today. I was passing St Cuthbert's churchyard at the bottom of Lothian Road in the centre of town. Today I looked down and saw the graveyard. I was drawn to go down. In a way it was sad. These grave stones were covered in moss and the I inscriptions were wearing away. I wondered who these people were. What had they done? What kind of an influence had they been? There influence, for good or bad, is here. All around us. They have influenced who we are and how we respond to all of those around us.