Today, Jan 31, 2026, I visited a cemetery to aid in my discovery for why cemeteries exist in communities. I found a parking spot out of the way and immediately found some words to share with a site that spoke to me. Finding a napkin and a pen within my truck to jot down my thoughts and offer reciprocity to the site for sharing in this moment with me. Here is where I started;
As I sit here at the cemetery site I notice the
stillness, the beautiful view,
the well-kept grounds. I hope you had a wonderful life
while you were present here.
It is with sadness that you left, but your soul is here
to rest.
I pray for your family and wish them and the generations
to come many successes.
Thank you for sharing this space and time with me.
I feel closer to your resting space now and see why your
here to stay.
Reciprocity
Proceeding out of my truck, I walked the grounds of the cemetery.
I was in shock and awe of vast land space accompanying all the souls to rest. I
marveled at the flowers left at some sites curious when the grave was last
visited. I mourned at the decayed sites where the headstone was no longer
legible. I watched as a family of 4 different vehicles came together at a grave
site to remember their family member, curious why they did not leave a token of
love behind. I found a bottle of Pepsi lying at one location and assumed this person’s
favorite drink was such.
Noticing the many people such as me taking a walk through
the cemetery stopping at random headstones to read the names and dates. Some elaborate
displays were present with fancy plaques, steel fencing around the site, brick
walls separating one from the other, flower holding stands at some, or families
that had purchased an allotment for generations to be included in the same
resting place to mourn the loss as one.
After laying my napkin down at the "Word's" site, I
made my way back to my truck and continued up the road to explore further. I
found myself at the Chinese pioneer resting grounds where the provincial
government had a plaque on display thanking the Chinese for their services in
building up BC and apologizing for the discrimination they felt while present
on our lands. Included in the act of giving back, a beautiful pavilion was
erected for families to share and remember together. I read the many headstones
of immigrant's and witnessed several sites of babies who had passed too soon. "One day aged"
brought a smile to face and tears to my eyes for the sadness and grief the
family felt, while also the youth and appreciation for the one day shared with
love for the being who entered the world.
Leaving the cemetery, I pulled over with tears in my eyes
and felt extreme guilt for the thoughts I shared publicly as to why cemetery
should be restructured or erased within municipal settings. I now see that a
final resting place for the soul is of importance for the person and the family
to remember the wonderful life shared together.
I then turned on the radio to hear, "Can't buy days
like these," by Luke Combs and thanked the Lord for closure on my
trip, experience, and place-based learning that was captured in my heart today.



