I used to find the idea of regularly visiting a cemetery puzzling. Not in a disrespectful way. My thought was-Well, I know they are not there.

Today, Mom sent me a photo of Dad’s newly installed headstone. I’m beginning to understand the pull.

As I looked at the design, zooming in on details, I saw the story. Names and dates that represent what was and what continues. Birth, marriage, death-pieces of a beautiful puzzle. A puzzle to which I also belong.

I hope to visit soon. 💙

Stories etched 
In granite gray
Beginnings 
And endings 
Bordered by 
And filled in 
With love 
And hope
A serene spot 
Shaped for 
The kind of 
Remembering 
That leads  
To living