The Cedarville Review 2020

14 | THE CEDARVILLE REVIEW he will become no more real to me than the metal nameplates above my grandparents’ withered bones and the fading memories that accompany. “Are you ready?” he asks again voice muted in obligatory reverence. As we walk back to the Jeep I wonder just how deep into the cemetery mud we’ve already sunk— how many graves we have stepped into during this short visit and in which ones we will remain.