Looking for a better view
Perhaps it was the rainy morning that set a somber tone and got me to remembering. But it was also nearing the twentieth anniversary of this friend’s death, and it had been quite a few years since I had last gone looking for his grave. The cemetery was only a little out of my way, and, on a whim, I made that small detour from a journey I had made many times.
As I parked the car and ducked through a gap in the hedge, I noticed the apparatus and preparations for a burial later in the day. The small green shade tent would be more likely to protect mourners from drizzle than sunshine. The mound of dirt waiting to fill the new grave was similarly covered, …