Let me say this. My father is buried in Calverton National Cemetery on Long Island, NY. My grandparents are in Queens, NY. My dear mother-in-law is in Escondido, CA. The law school friend I lost this year is buried in Iowa. The children lost to miscarriage and abortion typically do not have graves. In the Catholic faith, we are mandated to bury and pray for the dead. As part of that, we should visit their graves and tend to them. As you can see, that is not always practical or possible. I have always felt that Death is not the great tragedy . . . it is being forgotten after we have lived our lives here on Earth that is. For me, adopting this tradition, although it is not culturally my own, allows me to keep the memories alive and honored.