Today I went to the cemetery and put some flowers on my nan’s grave. I wish I had had the chance to ask her more about her life when she was still around. Sometimes I remind myself that I have it pretty easy compared with my relatives in the past.
I like cemeteries; they’re peaceful.
I’ve never believed that my relatives are really *at* their graves in any meaningful sense of the word. But I think it’s disrespectful to neglect graves.