It was a Sunday morning and we had decided to pay a visit to my wife’s church in the East Bay. On the way we stopped by the cemetery where her late husband had been laid to rest. The site was in the beautiful rolling hills just west of Walnut Creek.
After several quiet moments at the grave we took a short walk to the cemetery’s boundary. The view below was glowing in morning light, and it almost seemed like we were given a glimpse into our loved ones eternal home.