The Kind of Death I Long For
Not too far from my house there is a patch of woods that runs along a bluff overlooking the Missouri River. It’s in a place that is quite special to me. To get there you have to enter a cemetery. I grew up not far from this cemetery, so going there is like revisiting my childhood. My siblings and I used to ride our bikes through it as kids. Once in a while, intrigued by the antiquity of them, we would stop to look at the graves.
Once inside…
