This past weekend I returned to my hometown and visited the cemetery where so many of my family members are buried. I usually visit every month or two, but this time, it had been about six months since I’d been back. Visiting the cemetery was ingrained in me as an important practice when I was quite young. My dad tended to not visit often. He would say he “visited everyday” in his heart, which I found to be just as meaningful. Others in my family treated it as a bit of a ritual for honoring loved ones. Having lost my mom at such a young age, I often walked over…