Spending an hour or two in the Yale/New Haven Cemetery gave me all kinds of chills. The graves were extraordinary and eccentric; epitaphs ranged from the one displayed below to another that read simply "to die is gain." I spent some time with a landscaper there who relayed about half an hour's worth of ghost stories from his late afternoon forays in the ancient cemetery. I saw grave sites from the 18th century, and some that were completely faded. Those were the most thought provoking - whoever is buried there has been lost to the sands of time.
I'm glad that this week's assignment allowed me to experience something this extraordinary.
I chose to submit this photograph because I felt it was most symbolic of the assignment. This mother was such a matriarch that she defined her entire afterlife by that title she valued so much. Her name was completely absent from the tombstone. I can only hope that when I confront life's greatest mystery, I'll have the dignity and courage this mother did.