The saddest sight

Our back yard abuts a cemetery. It's a church cemetery and not very active, with about a dozen or so headstones. There's a guy who does maintenance maybe 5 times during the year, mostly just mowing the grass. The most use it sees is during the summer when the neighborhood kids play in the open field and around July 4th when it's used to blow off fireworks. For the most part, everyone who goes back there respects the gravesites and tries to stay as far away from them as possible.

In the 5 years we've been here, I think there's been maybe 2 funerals and almost no visitors. That is until the last few months. For the past couple of months, ever since the last funeral, there's been a white car that has driven into the cemetery every day without fail, rain, snow, or shine, and spent time at that one gravesite. It's the saddest sight. Sometimes a man gets out, sometimes he just sits in his car. A couple of times he's gotten out, shoveled the snow or pulled some weeds. It's just so sad to watch him, you can just feel the loneliness and the love. Sometimes I feel like I should go and offer coffee or something, but he seems to want to make the journey alone. Whoever he is, I wish him peace.