...relatives who have recently lost their loved ones.
But I agree that they can be very interesting places for discovering all kinds of facts of life and death. Long time passed makes a difference too.
Very right re the first line. My first visit to my mother's grave was 30 years after her death, 1972/2002. What a mixture of emotions that was: Upper Michigan, returning from a trip to the West which included orienteering in wide open places, and then a small, wooded cemetery in rural MI.
Your mother must have died quite young (in her fifties?).
Luckily my mother is still alive at 93 years of age and quite sharp in her mind even if the body gets tired easier.
Of my closest relatives I only have one gravestone to visit - one of my sisters - while my father and another sister had their ashes strewn in a memorial grove (if that´s how they do it...). I´ve visited my sisters grave once after her burial since there was no stone present the first time.
My mother was 52. Two sisters predeceasing you at your present age of 64 seems
on the young(ish) side as well.
Yes, definitely too young - 62 and 50.