I cut out of work a little early to beat the rush for my Thanksgiving shopping. As I drove toward the market, I found myself driving further west into the sun. I hit Rose Hills just as the sun was sliding down and pulled in to get my fill. As I watched in quiet, I thought about all of the different emotions that people feel in a graveyard. Sadness, anger, fear and hopefully.. love. Then I think, over time, empty. It's a beautiful place.