A lot of people don’t understand this goal I think, but it’s not so hard really. Just a nice thing. I think I’d want someone to do this for me. It was a gloomy day, but I brough lilies and roses and astrolomeria. I was probably the most cheerful person the cemetary has seen in awhile. It really was a nice place, though I felt a little bad for stepping over all the people. I left the flowers by a grave marker that said only: “Evans, my happiness.” Near a pond with ducks and trees, it seemed like a nice place. Before I left I swept away dirt and uprighted a few vases. I wished them a merry christmas, and a hoped they were happy wherever they were now. It felt good. Sort of like a small human comfort. A tiny bit of extra kindness in one little corner of the world. It did feel good.
