Remembrance
4 min readApr 7, 2019
As a child, providence gifted me a great-grandmother who spent a week or two with us on occasion. Nana loved taking us on walks. She would pack a picnic basket and stroll with my younger brother and me to the secluded cemetery nearby.
The small New Hampshire cemetery dated back to colonial times. It was one of our favorite destinations. Surrounded by a white picket fence in need of repair, it perched on a hill overlooking a pond with Mt…
