Cemeteries bloom in the spring, but who visits?

Cemeteries are designed to be beautiful, peaceful places. Yet, how many of us return to visit a loved one’s grave? Some people are cemetery visitors, and some are not, a rabbi told me recently.

Today, as I began some revisions on my memoir about grief and faith, I thought a lot about Rose Hill Cemetery in Chicago where my brother is buried. It is a strikingly beautiful place with ponds and century-old trees. Geese and ducks flock there. I have been there a handful of times since 1986, the year my brother Kevin died in a car accident at age 23. Am I adverse to cemeteries? I am not sure. What I know: Cemeteries are less daunting for me if someone else tags along.

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