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Grave visitor

Visited my mother's and brother's grave yesterday.

What do you do when you visit a loved one's grave?
Talk to the deceased? My religious beliefs say they are not present and unable to hear us. So I didn't say 'Hi'.
Pray for them? Again my religious beliefs say no prayers on earth has any effect on the dead and their condition. Did not pray.
Remember. Did a little. Got too painful and began to choke so I stopped. Just got sadder.
Put some fresh flowers. Reminded me that all flesh are beautiful and special but soon, so very soon, will wilt and waste away.
So what to do?
Walk around and visit the other graves. See who died. Surprised to seem some I knew now dead. Visited graves of friends and relatives now gone, buried nearby.
Deep sense of loss. Mortality so evident and ugly.
Maybe lesser visits.
Maybe . . .
Till I sleep with them too.

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