The cemetery work was interesting and it did give me dreams.  We unearthed a 120-year-old headstone that had sunk into the ground and restored it. Pretty neat. The headstone weighed about 400 lbs.

A friend of mine translated the inscription for us. It was carved by a man who was an immigrant from Hiroshima for his daughter, whose name translates as “Always Shining.” We were happy to put it upright over the grave again. We did several others, but this was the most dramatic (and difficult).

I’m still contemplating what it means to restore the graves of people I’ve never met, their headstones inscribed in a language I can barely read.  I think it does mean something more than just “We went there and did that.”