Christopher Newbury
Google
I was here for work, but the sense of peace is tangible. A thriving community in an age of secularism, it fits well with the community it continues to serve.
My job here takes me to places the public doesn't see, and the names of the long dead, once entombed beneath, people like you and me, together with those of children who died in infancy proves that it doesn't really matter how financially well off you are, death will still visit.
When the joy of new life turns to the sorrow of loss, usually because of illness that today is easily treatable, it brings the frailty of existence (whilst elsewhere humanity tries its best to destroy life) into sharp perspective.
Sitting in the gloom of a vault that once held what was left of people like you and me, attending to the maintenance of modern day necessities of safety, the shades of who were, but are no longer, remain, despite having long been removed elsewhere.
Words cannot describe the serenity of this curious place. I hope mine convey the feelings I get here.