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.

A year later, late-night phone call and suicide threat still echo in me
Now that his threat is truly gone, I realize my father hated himself
I can live without ‘Galt’s Gulch,’ but I need my ‘Akston’s diner’
Like an alien, I move through a world I can see but never touch
Politicians trying to stamp out innovation to help monopolies
Surgery report: It went very well, but first time is one too many for me
What if I’ve fooled myself — and darkness is all that waits for me?
As you grow, learn to let go of things that no longer serve you
What is this old longing for home? It’s the need for unconditional love