As I walked into the local cemetery at Laredo.

I could see why the local residents never used words like Memorial Garden or called this place a cemetery.
To describe this final resting place of over a thousand souls.

It was known by everyone simply as the Laredo grave yard.

No one came here to put flowers on the graves of love ones.

There was no effort by the local city council to make this cemetery a pleasant place to visit for their departed love ones.

It was above, all places, a place, when people came here they wanted to forget.

It looked more like a squatter squalor , a Mexican dumpsite for garbage that you didn't want to see again.

Not to mention is was very difficult to distinguish one grave from another.

Some of the graves were clearly marked and easily identifiable, but the majority of the graves of the common people were not.

Who ever I was suppose to be looking for.
Was in one of those common graves.

"Hey...