|Maple Grove Cemetery|
In the moonlight, the bare branches looked like bony limbs reaching over the gate for a victim. Determined not to be their latest catch, I sped by the cemetery, vowing never to drive by it at night, again.
For years, I avoided the cemetery until a cousin raved about the beauty inside the gates. Curious, I decided to face my fear and venture into the cemetery.
I spent several hours admiring the scenario, enjoying the tranquility surrounding me and learning the history of the cemetery.
That day helped erase the fear I had of cemeteries. Now, I am able to appreciate the life that blooms around those who are have passed.