04 | mountain view cemetery
till death do us part
In the bright early morning of Memorial Day weekend my 5 year old son asked me if we could see graveyard. Initially I was quite curious why a such young mind would be intrigued by such dreadful time of life. But who am I to deny this simple request? Personally I have been fascinated by graveyards my whole life. There is something very real about being in the presence of death.
Little had I known that every year we visited the Mountain View Cemetery entrance during the "Circle of Lights". During the holidays we would drive at night to this place unknowing of the location too "ooh" and "ahh" at snowmen, deer and Saint Nick.
The first place we visited was the Jewish section. It was beautiful and overwhelming at the same time. To be surrounded by in-wall graves made me realize how fragile we really are. We cut our own path through the roads down to the Memorial Day building entrance of those who fought for us. Inside the building there were two floors that seemed endless of names and years. Every hall was equipped with small nooks to rinse flowers and place them in reusable old metal vases.
At the end of our early morning tour, I turned to my son and asked him if he had seen enough. His reply was "no". With a very pondering look he turned to me and said "Where are the bones?"
5000 Piedmont Ave.
Oakland, CA 94611