At the cemetery

one bit: my oldest sister and my husband and I go to the cemetery where my other sister, M, is buried. We search a long time in the vast stone sea for her grave site. We find my maternal grandfather's stone finally (she is buried with him) but it seems more like a cheap plastic tackle box. It still has "I'll Be Seeing You" scrawled across the face, but only has three small initials on the side, marked for my sister. At the top of the grave marking there is a candle burning: a glass jar with some sort of thick gel inside mixed with what looks like water; the candle apparently never goes out. The insides of it seem to move, undulate. When I look at it for a while I notice the shape of my sister's face. It's as if her face is being pressed into the thick gel, leaving a fossil of sorts.