Thanks for that little story...I can relate...my older son is buried in a cemetery 750 miles away from us...so we dont get down there, but every few years or so..it is a very tiny cemetery, very few burials there per year, and usually when we go we are the only ones there...when we do go, we take our lunch, eat it there at the cemetery, on the steps leading into the cemetery....and then the hubby and I talk about our son...we do that anyway, but being so close to his grave at those times, we talk and think about him all the more...
And then we put flowers or a plant on his grave....yes, it is just his earthly body in that grave, but still, being so close to that earthly body, tho it is dead and buried, we somehow feel closer to our son at that time...
Your story reminded me of our lunches with our son...thanks...