The day of the visit to the graveyard came on possibly the worst day of the year.
The day of the visit to the graveyard came on possibly the worst day of the year. It was a bleak winter morning with the heavens well and truly open. The rain was intense and I was not looking forward to stepping out of my car into the graveyard.As expected, when I did step out I got extremely wet. I started walking solemnly to the graveyard where both my Granddads lay, still and peaceful. As I walked through the entrance gates I could see the mass of graves. I could see that the graveyard was getting fuller by the day. Death was lying all around me. At the entrance I could see graves dating from 1885. This automatically made me think of what life must have been like. It made me think how much technology has changed but how little the human view of death has changed. These old graves were no different to those of modern day. They still tried to fit the person´s whole life into one small sentence.I had visited this very graveyard several times. I knew the exact position of both grandfathers´ graves and so the walk did not seem far even in the rain. I was alone