This personal essay won third place in the 2017 ‘Hard Times’ Contest from The Writers’ Workshop. It was published in GoMad Nomad Travel Mag, and Living Now Magazine.    I had never sought out a grave before. It was a chilly October morning when I passed the wooden sign for Kearsarge Cemetery in North Conway, New Hampshire. I walked the damp, narrow paths, brushing light snow from headstones in search of my grandmother’s name: Martha Anne Burke. After a half hour, I turned toward the exit, texting my Mom that I had come up empty. Talking to her from my dad’s house an hour before, I had asked her where her mother had been buried over a decade ago. She gave me vague directions,…