The Year in the Death of One Man project was first published on my personal blog, but once completed, I moved it here to its own dedicated space.
On this site you will meet William, who was born in 1868 and died in 1932. What can I tell you about him? Not much, really, since I wasn’t born in Texas until 1956, and by then William had already been buried in New Jersey for 24 years! Still, I visited his grave almost every week from September 2014 to September 2015, and this site is dedicated to him.
It all sounds a bit confusing, but I’m confident your understanding of the project will gradually increase as you begin to read.
Navigating the site is pretty straightforward. At the top of this page you will see a heading called William’s World, which provides access to the chapter links. There are 49 chapters of varying length, presented in chronological order. Clicking on a link will open a new window to view that chapter.
Above, you will also see a heading called About the Author, and one called Supplement, which contains some tangentially related material that was referenced during the course of the project. Supplement posts may be read separately, or you can find them more naturally by discovering the links that are embedded within some of the William’s World chapters.
If you have suffered a grievous loss — as I have — then I hope you will find something here to ease your pain.
A Year in the Death of One Man 
I read your article in The Star Ledger Inside Jersey. Thank you for sharing your story. I only read the 1st chapter of your blog and was brought to tears. My father is buried in Morris county and I visit his grave often. He died at the age of 56 of a massive heart attack. It’s been 31 years since my father died and I still find comfort in the cemetary When I was a child, my parents would take us on a Sunday afternoon drive and we would often end up at the cemetary. My parents showed us where they would be buried, high on a hill overlooking the land and the cemetary below. It was also close to where all the babies were buried. My father’s name was also William. I intend to read more of your blog when I have more time. I did not find what you wrote to be offensive or weird. It was comforting and refreshing. Keep writing!
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Thank you very much for your kind comments. Yes, I was a little concerned in the beginning that my writing would be an invasion of privacy, and also worried that people would think I was spending waaaay too much time in a cemetery! It’s nice to hear whenever my writing touches someone. Thanks again, and I hope you’ll come back to read as much as you want.
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