Reblog. Originally published Oct 2012
I listen to the crunch of gravel as I drive slowly down the central avenue of the cemetery. I gaze at the headstones, clustered on either side, some showing their age, while all silently stand watch over those that they honor.
I first came here a couple of years ago while researching my family to find the resting place of a great aunt. That had been a sunny summer day and I was taken by the shade and shadow provided by the elderly trees in the old section that spread their leafed wings over the landscape. I welcomed the beauty and the feeling of peace that surrounded me.
Today, my wife and I have come for another reason. I’ve told her of this place and wanted her to see it. The day is gray and overcast, a chill in the air, rain threatening to challenge the clouds. The overseer said the section we seek…
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