One grave belongs to my cat, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

The other is a grave in New Orleans

It’s funny how these places where we leave our dead remain the center of our lives for so long- we visit them, care for them and as time goes by we leave them to their new homes and say how beautiful their resting place is.

Besides:  They have a new family among the dead.

Maybe we stay away after a spell because we’re jealous of that.

I will be honest.

I am.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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