the cemetary where my grandmother is buried is on the west side of chicago. i hadn't driven out there in many years. the landscape is minorly depressing. so midwestern. simple. so many polish flags. so many low, brick homes. everything is low, really. maybe it was just the circumstance of the day that made it seem so monotonous. everything seemed quiet and simple and strangely calm. it was perfect weather- 70s, no clouds, an early spring heat. perfect day for a funeral, really. i didn't even have to wear a jacket.