This cemetery, The White Tanks Cemetery, in Phoenix, AZ, is different than any cemetery I've ever visited. It's a cemetery in which those that are unknown or have no one to take care of them when they die, are buried by the county.
The rock and dirt cemetery sits at the very south end of Luke's Air Force Base. Visitors park on the outside and must walk in.
Markers are just tiny brass discs with the name of the person (if known) and the date of death. That is it.
This is the disc for Macy Cady, a baby. A toy car rests with him.
The backdrop of the cemetery can be quite beautiful.
And yet, you turn and see much barren sadness...overwhelmingly barren sadness, knowing that these are PEOPLE that had lives and souls and families and hopes and dreams and....now this....
"Baby Row"...way too long....
A woman from Ohio finally found her mother...here.
Sometimes, the local chain gangs--men and women--bury the dead (as punishment for not behaving in jail, by the way). Today, there were just a few people attending the "funerals."
As terribly disturbing as all this is, I found solace for the rested in that they have frequent flyovers that are simply magnificent from Luke's Air Force Base.
And the roses outside their gate.................