The graves roll with the landscape. They rise and fall with the hills that wind to the river.

I’ve seen the cemetery darkened by the low clouds of late October, seen it filled with the crisp precision of a military honor guard, seen it empty of living souls.

But yesterday I saw it bustling with loved ones, each grave decked out with a small American flag and many with flowers.

It was Decoration Day, and I was in Kentucky. I could place two pots of mums, one for Mom, one for Dad. Afterward, I snapped this shot.