At least that’s what I think.
You see, I have this thing for graveyards. Whenever I visit one, I love walking from one grave to another, staring at the tomb or photos of the person laid inside, wondering how did they die? what happened to their families? did they suffer before they died?
OK, you must be thinking how weird I am. Well maybe I am. But I do enjoy visiting graveyards. Really!
Oh, last weekend I visited my grandmama’s grave. As you can see, there’s like a bucket and cement bag behind the grave. That’s because we’re still working on the graves of my grandmama & grandpapa. It’s only like 60% done… but we’re trying to get it done before All Soul’s Day.
Can’t wait to visit the cemetery again come November 1st. =)
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