In the past 10 to 15 or so years I have noticed a phenomena that has taken hold along America’s highways. They are memorials that are erected along the side of the road where an accident has claimed the life or lives of friends, loved ones, relatives, and others who found their way into our hearts. Many are just simple white crosses with a name and date. Some are more elaborate. But all are an open expression of grief and the pain of the loss of someone who had a place in someone else’s life. These are very sacred places where there are no bounds or rules that would govern a public cemetery. These memorials are to be respected as the final moment of a person’s life.