A cemetery is an intimate place.
For me, it is a place where I let down my guard and become vulnerable to my feelings. Sometimes I raise my arms to the sky as if saying that I am ready to let it all wash over me but other times I sit silently and close my eyes and try to center my thoughts.
In the summertime when I visit my husband’s grave, I sometimes love to lay in the grass that covers where he is buried. As I lay on my back looking up at the sky, I love to let … Read More