Auntie Charo's Soapbox

A burial ground is sacred, blessed or now. It is a final resting place for a human being, a body that once was home to the breath of God. As a child, we're told we're temples of the Holy Spirit...so, I'm assuming that where ever we're buried, the ground is sacred...hallowed....Togcha, a Catholic Cemetary in Ipan is hallowed. It's blessed. Families have buried loved ones there, thinking that the remains of their loved ones were safe from harm for eternity.
Safe from earthquakes, safe from surging tides or other acts of God, these dead have rested until people sick in the head came to destroy headstones and smash what ever forms of beauty their loved ones placed atop their graves in their honor, the decorations costing in the hundreds of dollars.
Supposedly, the hideous people that were at the cemetary on the weekend supposedly partied at the cemetary over the weekend. How sick is that, to party amongst the graves of those who have passed away? Surely they had to be on drugs, no person of sound mind would have wanted to be there unless he was going to visit in prayer for a loved one and that would certainly not have been during the night.
After the party, they evil ones left their mark and destroyed statues and headstones.
The dead can no longer feel the insult, they are in a place where there is no sorry, there is no pain. The insult, the pain is inflicted on the families who wish only to remember and honor their loved ones, who now must return to these burial places and relive their deaths all over again as they rebuild the graves in their honor.
These people are cowards that can't find living people to pick fights with. I find myself praying for lightning to come from the sky to strike these people dead for what they have done at Togcha but that would be merciful so I'll pray instead that they'll get what they deserve and that what goes around......comes around.
Times have really changed our people and that's really a sad thing!