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I'm Oliver Webber, here with my research assistant, Kaydence Ribetnauer. You may not be able to see us because we're tucked in between these blades of grass, waiting for our next meal to fly in and land on one of them. To nourish our bodies and souls, we ponder leaves. We encourage contemplation... especially in regard to issues that will have to be handled when we become worm grub. We hope to motivate others to thoughtfully cultivate preferences and decisions while still vigorously leaping around. We recommend croaking... using voices to broadcast wishes before it's too late to have a voice in this matter. Other than a sumptuous supply of insects, this is assuredly the most "toad-ally" considerate gift we could leave for our life companions! Don't you agree? We invite you to get your feet wet by joining our pond of pondering pre-planners. Let's make croaking meaningful!






Thursday, November 21, 2013

Memorial Park BY AIRPORT

USA HORIZONS... Fly'Bye Lady Visit In NEVADA

LAS VEGAS


The great thing about a cemetery is that, regardless of where it is located, the occupants for whom it was intended can assuredly rest in peace.  This might be the consoling rationalization of someone standing on the grounds of the Davis Memorial Park, which abuts a busy road immediately next to the end of busy runways at the McCarran International Airport.  



The burial site is so distinctly in the path of planes ascending into the sky above that visitors not yet inured to the compelling sound of the flying machines inevitably look heavenward. 

Yet loved ones of decedents here seem undeterred by the aerial uproar coupled with the summer heat as they gather by gravesites for meditative reflection.  


It is a rather riveting sight to behold – an exemplification of contemplative contrasts. While thinking about a bodily presence within the ground below, maybe it is reassuring to watch the planes overhead, as if they symbolically represent the freeing of a loved one’s spirit on the way to heaven.  And maybe the familiarity of those clamorous sounds up above remind mourners that, for them, life goes on.