We are all mortal, and yet, life will go on once we pass onto what we believe happens when physical life is over. I love cemeteries because they never let us forget that. Not only do they show us moments in history not always covered by books (a cluster of small infant graves caused by an epidemic, or a rash of suicides caused by mental illness) but they never let us forget the story of people who were here before us, that walked the same places we did, that lived, loved and then perished. But the world still moves on. I love this moss growing on the grave, something alive growing on something dead and therefore making the stone almost a living thing. The color gives it a uniqueness that allows it to stand out from the graves around it and even though it’s simply moss, it brightens the world a little in a place usually reserved for sorrow.