For years, I overlooked my family cemetery, nestled in the quiet holler where generations before me have been laid to rest. It was always there—silent, steady—but I never gave it much thought. That changed when I took on the responsibility of caring for it. What once felt like an afterthought has now become one of my favorite places to be.

There’s something peaceful about tending to the headstones, clearing away time’s touch, and making sure the names and stories etched in stone are not forgotten.