I have loved ones buried at the Sandhill cemetery on Montreal Street North of Kingston. I go there to visit their graves very frequently. I can’t forget them. As a matter of fact, I want to remember them, and miss talking with them so I go frequently and catch my people up with the community news. I am not sure if the dead can hear, but what I am sure of is that the dead and their visitors are treated daily to glorious skies. The cemetery is built high and the view from there is always beautiful.
I have come to feel that our late loved ones were given the best spot in the province. Even most locals do not know that part of the property was donated to the community from an immigrant named George Masoud who came to Canada from Mount Lebanon in Syria. This area is the Christian Heartland of the currently troubled country.
When Mr. Masoud lived in Syria the area of Mt. Lebanon would have looked somewhat like this. (The photo is from 1914 where he donated the property to our community a few years before this.)
This is what he left to us and relatively, this is an ordinary sunset from Sandhill. Our graveyard is a beautiful spot to be alive. Wouldn’t you agree?
For the most part, I think we all leave behind something beautiful when we die. I hope, when my time comes, that I will be no exception.