A Cemetery Wander

When I visit a cemetery I immediately get a sense that this place is somber, elegant, sacred, and rather sad even on the most beautiful day, any season of the year. I almost feel I should tiptoe around between the graves, speaking in hushed tones if anyone else is there. And of course, if the cemetery is the one where my relatives are buried, these feelings are greatly increased until a kind of pall seems to hide the sun…