Place Based Learning

 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.