I had the opportunity to see the gravesite of Memphis Minnie, an acclaimed blueswoman of the past century. In her life she was acclaimed but in death there wasn’t even a marker until a charity group founded by musicians, and particularly Bonnie Raitt, bought a stone. Even with the stone the grave looks bare, too close to the highway, alone and kind of forlorn.
The truth is that every one of us, except for the rarest few, will disappear from the world just a few years after we die. We are all destined to be a Memphis Minnie in our own way. The only One who cares is the only One who cared for us with complete purity and integrity when we were alive. That’s worth remembering.