May 25, 2007
Jett loves cemeteries and when he visits I make sure we spend an afternoon appreciating at least one. He usually calls once a month and we catch up. Things like: kids moving on, job changes, art projects, dreams, curious notions, bafflement. I like it most when we sit on a bench or stand by a mausoleum and talk about hope. It is sentimental to be hopeful in a cemetery. There isnít much hope to be had, if you think about it. We die. End of story. Except cemeteries prove that we donít die, we live; in memory, deed, and art.