yesterday was my first true visit to a cemetery. it was quite fitting to pay a visit to my great-grandparents, considering it was memorial day, though the graves we were visiting were not those of soldiers.
the graves themselves were hard to find. as we wove our way through the various tombstones, an ice cream truck screeched out its music, signaling to the world that ice cream was on its way. a hedge trimmer purred along, cutting down twigs in their prime.
at first, I was irked by these annoying noises and wished they would stop. couldn't these people see that we were taking a moment to remember the dead? where was their respect?
but the truth is, ice cream and trimmed hedges are parts of life. true, a cemetery is a place for thought and reflection, and I do wish I had had a bit more silence. however, these distractions were a reminder that life goes on.
life did not stop when my great-grandparents passed away. life did not stop when my great-great-aunts or great-great-uncles died. the outside world continued along on a similar path, just like the ice cream truck and the hedge trimmer didn't stop for our moment in the cemetery.
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