I wander up and down the rows, following the grassy paths past old and new gravestones. Old Sudbury names like Fairbanks and Hunt. Names of individuals that I knew: a teacher I taught with, a student I taught, parents of students I taught, a woman I played tennis with, church members, good friends. Of course there is sadness mixed in with the memories, but I’m comforted as I recall the good times we shared.
After my stroll, I sit and chat with my friend, sharing good times, creating memories.