A man pulled up in a white SUV and got out at a fresh grave. There was a funeral tent that covered both the grave and the collection of flowers that were obviously new.
The man didn’t look at me and didn’t seem to pay attention to anything else. His suit was what we might have once called his “Sunday best.” He looked somber and his only thoughts seemed to focus on a hole in the dirt where a loved one had been placed to rest today.
All of as sudden, I felt as though I was intruding just by being in the cemetery. I was there to take sunset photos, but this stark hill suddenly seemed more like a sanctuary or at least sacred ground.
I was about a hundred feet from the man and I remained quiet and still. After he stood next to the grave for a few minutes, he got back into his SUV and slowly drove off. As I stood there in the stillness — as it got darker and darker — I found myself disturbed that I had no idea whose body had been laid to rest in that hole.
And that felt completely wrong.

Girl to mom after parents fight: ‘Mom, is this what love will be?’
My political lens makes me think you’re crazy — and vice versa
What if writing from the ‘AI me’ sounds just like I’d written it?
Love & Hope — Episode 13:
City rushes to demolish $4.5 million transit station after only 13 years
How do we protect innocent and still keep peace in civil society?
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
I’ve now launched a new podcast about search for love and family