I consider myself from Rock Springs, Wyoming. As a child, my stepfather owned Rest Haven Memorial Gardens, north of Rock Springs. My grandmother lived in a small trailer house next to the grounds and she took care of office matters. Being very close to my grandmother, I spent plenty of nights with her and couldn't possibly count the times I'd walk the grounds wondering about all the folks who rest there and about the lives they'd lead. I would sometimes lie on the grass and dreamily gaze up at the night sky, like lots of folks do, though in the Wyoming sky the stars seem to number more than they do in many areas. It sounds funny to share that a cemetery could be a place that I feel some attachment to, at least... while I'm still alive (that's suppose to be joke, I guess), but I do feel that way. Funny, too, I suppose, that I never did understand why kids would ask me if I was afraid of that place? After all, every Halloween night since forever there are kids that run through cemeteries waiting for a ghost to appear. I never did see a ghost at Rest Haven, but then again... if I were a ghost, surely I could choose a more exciting place to haunt than a cemetery, wouldn't you?

I consider myself from Rock Springs, Wyoming. As a child, my stepfather owned Rest Haven Memorial Gardens, north of Rock Springs. My grandmother lived in a small trailer house next to the grounds and she took care of office matters. Being very close to my grandmother, I spent plenty of nights with her and couldn't possibly count the times I'd walk the grounds wondering about all the folks who rest there and about the lives they'd lead. I would sometimes lie on the grass and dreamily gaze up at the night sky, like lots of folks do, though in the Wyoming sky the stars seem to number more than they do in many areas. It sounds funny to share that a cemetery could be a place that I feel some attachment to, at least... while I'm still alive (that's suppose to be joke, I guess), but I do feel that way. Funny, too, I suppose, that I never did understand why kids would ask me if I was afraid of that place? After all, every Halloween night since forever there are kids that run through cemeteries waiting for a ghost to appear. I never did see a ghost at Rest Haven, but then again... if I were a ghost, surely I could choose a more exciting place to haunt than a cemetery, wouldn't you?