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.

What would your obit say about you — if you could write it yourself?
Unjustified panic: Why are you so scared of all the wrong things?
Hidden chains need to be broken, so I’ve become a reluctant rebel
As I grow and learn, I have to leave more of my ideas behind
Why do I suffer deep alienation when I fear I’m misunderstood?
Silly controversy over Cadillac ad reminds us we want different things
We already know what’s right, but we choose our lusts instead
Some people hate their enemies so badly that fairness doesn’t matter