The burial took place at night.
Everything went smoothly. It felt so peaceful and it was rather *beautiful* having a gathering of people around the graveyard under a clear nightsky to bid farewell and celebrate another person's life.
But imagine, 67 years of living and all it takes is hours to return back to soil...and only moments of celebrating the end. But hey, maybe I'm missing the point. Maybe life is a lifelong celebration and/or 'the end' is not necessarily the end after all ;)
Whatever it is, lets remember to live and remember that all things material eventually disappears (and perhaps all things non material for that matter).
Lastly,
Don't fear death just because you fear the unknown
^8 Cee
2 years ago
2 comments:
Maybe it's not the end, just a new beginning kan?
p.s. I wanted to reply last night but I thought u sounded very concealed. Hope you're okay :)
oh haha no worries :)
thanks
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