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You know you’re getting older when you tell people you’re going to visit family, and then you find yourself at a cemetery.
Recently, I traveled about two hours northwest of the Twin Cities for a gathering of Lutheran pastors. I found myself in the same central Minnesota lake town I’d last visited 14 years ago for my cousin’s funeral.
He died, suddenly, at age 22, almost exactly 11 years after his mom — my aunt — died of cancer at age 42. They now share a gravestone.
And so I found myself telling people, awkwardly, that my plans for our conference break time involved heading to the cemetery. But first I had lunch at the local diner, where the senior couple next to me reminisced about grabbing beers from the local dairy’s basement refrigerator at age 15, and smoking cigarettes outside the house at age 14.
“No one cared then,” they laughed, talking about overprotective parents of today and the lessons learned only by the passage of years, but also the ghosts of the past and the unintended impacts of so much early drinking and smoking.
On the way to the cemetery, I passed Minnesota Teen Challenge, the conservative Christian faith-based drug and alcohol treatment center that has choirs who sing in churches and a record of helping those suffering from addiction, but which has also been criticized for poor treatment of LGBTQ+ and non-Christian participants.