Today, I hiked the brief path on the Cochran Shoals biking trail to survey once again a small graveyard I discovered years ago. It seems somewhat strange to discover an intimate family plot such as this one in the middle of these woods. There appears to be only a few graves - one large grave that memorializes a family - and one regular stone for a woman of a separate name. All sorts of questions come to mind as I note the ages and names of the graveyard's inhabitants. When I came home later, I was surprised by how many puzzle pieces I was able to connect. Nevertheless, many frustrating questions remain. Old gravestones provide such riddles, beckoning us to solve the mystery of who their inhabitants truly were - their loves, losses, and dreams.
