Strolling through the darkened graveyard, I wondered if any skeletal remains would rise up through the perfectly manicured lawn and grab me by the ankles, pulling me down into the earth, willing me to join them in the moist, worm-laden resting place they called home. So where were they besides 6 feet under?
I tried to make sense of the images in my mind. Describing what I saw in my inner mind to the woman sitting across from me, huge tears began to stream down her face. I accurately described her daughter who ran away from home and tried to commit suicide by hanging.