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Marysburg, near Mankato, Minn. (Photo by author)

I don’t spend a lot of time each day thinking about cemeteries, especially now that I’m finished with most of the writing/editing work on my book. But some days, cemeteries find me. Today:

1. A front page story in the Minneapolis StarTribune about a metro monument company that places QR codes on headstones.

2. A story in the Strib metro section about a woman who places fresh flowers on her husband’s grave on a regular basis in an out-of-the-way, nearly abandoned cemetery.

3. After church, a fellow parishioner introduced me to his granddaughter, who was about six or seven years old. He mentioned that they had searched for Maud Hart Lovelace’s grave at Glenwood Cemetery in Mankato (and eventually found it). He wanted Stella to meet me since he knew I wrote about cemeteries. I was happy to hear that Stella is reading Lovelace’s Betsy-Tacy books.

I think the universe may be trying to send me a message, but what is it?

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