Showing posts with label roadside memorials. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roadside memorials. Show all posts
"This is where Kaitlyn is. This is where we feel her and this is where we visit her."
The touchy problem of roadside memorials. I've written about this a number of times. This is a really awful-looking one.
Labels:
aesthetics,
roadside memorials
The roadside memorial at the Anderson ferry.
Should memorials mark the place where a person died? If so, what standards apply? Is it wrong to nail a stuffed rabbit and paper butterflies to a cross? What if every place where a person died – in the entire history of humanity — had a marker with a name on it? Would you be sitting on one right now? Ever thought about how many people have died on your front lawn (over the past 1 million years)? Ever thought about the fact that somewhere on earth is the place where you will die? Visualize an invisible marker there with your name on it. Where do you think it is? Perhaps you sleep on it every night. If you knew that in fact you did, would you find that comforting?
Labels:
death,
driving,
roadside memorials,
sleep
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