Cemeteries have a lot of emotions hiding behind the stones & monuments. There is, of course, a massive sense of loss when confronted with so many graves. Upon seeing the mausoleums, there is a sense of respect for the lineage of the family it contains. There is anger when coming upon a stone that has been defaced or knocked over, and a deep sadness when the realization strikes that you are standing in front of the grave of a child.
My favorite emotion, however, is wonder. There are so many beautiful angels in cemeteries, with the majority pointing up towards heaven. I am no longer shocked by stories of weeping & bleeding Virgin Mary statues, because so many of these angel statues seem to have tear stains running down their faces. I've often wondered how this can be faked on statues so high off the ground that I can't even take a good picture.
Over the years, I've spent a lot of time searching for cemeteries, especially old ones. My favorite headstones are the ones so ancient, that their faces are unreadable. I guess I'm intrigued by their mystery.
There is also a peaceful element that comes into play, when you realize that you're standing in a cemetery so old that no one has been there for a long time.
When my grandparents passed away, I initially refused to visit their graves. I felt that my grandparents were always with me, and not in some hole in the ground. At one exceptionally desperate time in my life, I found that their cemetery was the only place I could go to get some peace. I began spending more time there, and my love of cemeteries was reignited.
The past helped me resolve the present, and paved my future.

