[422 words] I’m not sure how you feel about cemeteries, but I actually do my best thinking and reflecting anytime I find myself in a cemetery. Why? My priorities are quickly put in order, I realize we all have a limited number of sunsets, and I see firsthand the hurt one feels when a loved one is lost. I recently had the opportunity to assist with a graveside service of someone who passed away untimely. Despite being strangers, those gathered in that small, quiet place not only had the love for the person who had passed in common, but we also shared the same unspoken thoughts of “what was, what is, and what could have been.” As the service ended and everyone began to have side conversations, some listened and some participated in those discussions, I began to make my away quietly around the small area looking at headstones….