We’re Alive, They’re Not, But We Have This In Common.


A cemetery located in Queensbury, New York at dusk.

“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”

Abraham Lincoln

I went for a walk yesterday. I’ve been on a mission to try and lose some weight before winter, and it was a beautiful fall day for a walk outdoors. I wanted to check out a pond that’s located inside a local cemetery, and take the opportunity to photograph some of the ducks and geese there. As the rain is falling here in Warren County, NY and a whopper of a rainstorm is inbound for our area, I am glad I took the opportunity to get out yesterday.

I started with a short walk around. Have you ever walked around in a cemetery? It’s quiet! I mean, it doesn’t matter what time of the day you’re there, it’s quiet! Walking around on the narrow blacktop road, it was like walking around inside of a public library. You pass people but you greet them and in return are greeted with a head nod. Maybe it’s something about cemeteries that keep people quiet. Like if you smile or speak more than a couple words to those you don’t know, you’ll be perceived as disrespectful. Needless to say, I had a lot of time to think as I walked around.

Without coming across sick, morbid, sinister, or any other choice word, I want to ask a very real question. What does every person in a cemetery have in common? Other than the obvious here folks. Think a little bit outside the box on this! What does everyone inside a cemetery have in common with everyone outside a cemetery?

They all, like us, had or have one shot at this life. There’s isn’t a single person buried in a cemetery that had a redo. There isn’t one single person that had multiple chances. They had one life. From the moment they took their first breath, until the moment they took their last, each and every person (like you and I) had or has one shot to make it count!

Making it count…

For the next couple of days, I’m going to dive a little deeper into this thought. Tomorrow, in Making It Count, Part I, I’m going to talk a little further about my experience while walking through this cemetery yesterday evening around sunset. I can tell you I wasn’t alone. I’ll tell you what I heard and what I felt. On Friday, I’ll wrap it up in the second and final part with what I left the cemetery with.


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