I have family buried here from generations ago. My grandmother told me that before she got sick. I thought she was lying. One day I came across my uncommon name (with an even more uncommon spelling) on a sequence of graves, and it turns out that she was right. Even though our family has scattered in the generations since, this is one place I can return to feel close to my bloodline, to feel like I am in the right place.
It’s a beautiful cemetery & it’s nice to come home to where our experiment (unsuccessful as it sometimes feels) in being happy began.
