Their fate will one day be mine. The cemetery is always a peaceful place. I enjoy walking among the marble and granite stones, reading each piece of information on them. It's like a small museum, an archives of history. In the cemetery there is only air, water and dirt and the things of nature.
Some stones are more elaborate than others.
Here, there are no elaborate cars, no shiny watches glinting in the sun. Not a single diamond flashes fire, not a fur coat to warm dry bones. Among the stones are simple reminders of loss, of love. Today, there was a rain-spattered envelope propped up against a marker. It is unopened, probably an inconsequential detail to greeting card readers in heaven and the one who left it there.