spent the day of All Saints, and like every year the newspapers echo the roll call event and the huge crowd that comes at this time to visit the graves of their loved ones, clean the cemetery and put flowers. And if you go near a cemetery, you see the parking lot jammed with cars, the ladies fussing with rags and buckets of water and bunches and bunches of flowers. It is a day to remember those who are no longer to let them know that they do not forget to honor his memory. And families will meet with the tombstone and pray together, and cry together.
Forgive a moment, I go to take a quick drinking and now again.
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Much better.
creepy I can not express all I get from this move, not scary but creepy creepy disgust.
This way of honoring the memory of our dead putting them underground and let macerate moisture well and the worms decompose the flesh of a person who wanted me sick. This will keep in a physical place that remains of that person we love, a person no longer exists and whose absence can not accept, I think it borders on the morbid and sickly. That and all the action that generates the burial of a body.
Last time I went to a cemetery I was a kid, I think I was to accompany my mother to clean graves and put flowers to the grandparents. I guess trying to transgress the tradition, because that is what makes the day of the saints, cleaning graves and place flowers. It does not go any other day, that day there you go. And put flowers, as if the modern coffins were not well covered and the stench still slinks by between land, you must go and practice of mourners, lest you think the dead we no longer remember him and the next time that we are sulking.
Needless to say, that tradition ended with my mother, I have not gone back to a cemetery. Make no mistake, I do not da bad roll down to earth that covers the dead, what's under it are only biological remains. But that's precisely the point, see cemeteries as huge landfills, where instead of placing the peel potatoes shoot people that we care, we wanted, and left there to rot so that we can only think that there are still somewhere, who still live in some way, awaiting our visit. For that matter, could put the body in a plastic bag and leave in the courtyard, they would have more closely and could put the flowers and mourn without having to move. The bad thing is that sucks, so what we where leaving all other bodies, close together and out of town. As all landfills.
It seems a sad way to leave the world, exposed to rot until they finally disappear altogether. Sure they got the same, but I do not want that for people who love you, I do not cling to rotten meat as if it were still the person I wanted, I do not have to think of it as a pile of bones in a dark box, because nobody will ever come up from their graves and have nothing to wait there. I want to return to the void from which they were born, reduce dust remains clean and let the wind take them, and merge with the land that became his life. That's what I mean by honor memory of the dead.
And the only remaining place will remain forever in the memories and hearts of the people who loved them.
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