A Walk.

I wasn't going to vegetate today, so a walk was indeed called for. I gingerly crossed the Quinton road and passed through the Technology Park, always interesting to see students at work, the Park itself was built on the wartime Rolls Royce plant, one of the Luftwaffe's targets in 1940. In no time at all I had found my objective, the London Road cemetery. Its the most beautiful cemetery of its kind in all of Coventry, you find yourself surrounded by collapsing Victorian, Edwardian and Art deco monuments, among such beautiful over grown gardens, complimented even more by a vibrant winters sun. Your thoughts are drawn to the multitude of graves, the young pilots of ww2, the private whom was killed at Ypres, and the person torpedoed on the Lusitania. I eventually found what I was looking for, a memorial to those lost in the Coventry Blitz in 1940.
One should always visit the graves of our loved ones, its a necessary therapy, the special walk for the lost infants, with their concrete 'Eyores' on display, the Jewish plots, the industrialists, the J.P.s, its the young ones which are perhaps the most tragic. I understand now words like 'Devoted wife' and 'Good Father', they have an emotional impact on us as we get older, perhaps because these are the measure of us, and our lives. It became a little over bearing for me after a while, quite emotional, so I left, returning to the land of the living, I have had my therapy for now.