Hey, it's spoopy month, we moved back to daylight savings time, so it's dark early.
And hospitals are flooding with new Covid patients.
So in the dark of the current dusk, I pick my cellphone to catch my pokemon and I pass past 2 community graveyards on my round, with nobody around.
In the darkness, I am called by the strange flickering lights around the lonely graves from candles inside lanterns and there is the rustling of the windmills moved by an unfelt wind.
There's always a morbid curiosity on my mind when I have to take a hike accross the paths.
How many people here have died way before they could live their lives at their fullest and now would there be anyone on here who died in the pandemic during the past few months?
To be fair, while the community here isn't really gigantic and there's probably a few graveyards around, for someplace that has between 20 and 30k people, there's not that many graves and not that many seem dated anywhere in the last decade... Most graves still seem to indicate that the deceased has lived like 80 to 90 years...
Strange. Are we that resilient in general?
I am curious where our bodies will end up when we do pass..
Maybe with the current situation it isn't too crazy to put some thought in where we would want to end up in when the earth claims us. That graveyard a 5 minute walk away from where we live now? The big one in the nearby city? Or the one back at our parent's home a good drive away, where we spent the first decades of our lives...Post too long. Click here to view the full text.