Deer Creek Cemetary

Cemeteries. I like them or dislike them. Usually for the same reasons. It’s only a matter of timing.
I recently lost a long-​time friend to ovarian cancer. I stopped by Deer Creek to pay my respects and say my own goodbyes. Deer Creek is much bigger than I expected. It may have been the lack of trees or tall bushes that can break up the long site-​lines in a typical cemetery, but the gravestones seemed to go on forever, up and down the small slopes. The grounds were spotted with dashes of color from the flags or flowers placed near the markers. I noticed the well-​paved, large roads that take visitors to all corners of the grounds. There are street signs and street names on the intersections. I’ve not ever noticed that before in a cemetery, but it gives it the feeling of a small town. If I consider, also, the other markers designating areas within those blocks, almost like house numbers, I suppose it is like a mini-​town. A well-​laid out town. Bittersweet.
As I roamed, looking for the one place I needed, I saw the well-​groomed grass and nicely maintained grounds. You can move from the older to the more recent without noticing. Deer Creek obviously chooses not to save money by letting things becomes overgrown. Good job.
After several minutes, I gave up and stopped by the office to ask for directions. The man working that day found the information on the computer, gave me the location, and pointed me in the general direction. Fewer than 5 minutes. Efficient.
It’s a nice cemetery. Next time I’m in the area, I may like it. But right now, in this moment, at this time: I dislike it. Cancer sucks.