Every time I travel somewhere, I have a tendency to want to visit a cemetery. I grew up next to Colma, CA which is pretty famous (if not notorious) for being a city that has more dead bodies than alive ones. Even though the city has 16 cemeteries with an estimated 1.5 million “souls”, I’ve only ever been to the two cemeteries that “house” my relatives. I try not to disturb these sleeping souls when I visit, and I’m always mindful of what my mother told me when we would visit my late grandmother.
“Be respectful,” she would say. “If you have to pass over them, say ‘excuse me’.”
At the end of each of my visits, I look about and I whisper to myself and all the souls that might be listening.
“Thank you for letting me spend time with you.”