All Hallow Eve

Graveyards are sad ... they belong to the past.

Yesterday I was there with my daddy- we brought new candles and fresh flowers. It was getting dark, it was cold and windy but all graves were warmly glimming with thousands candlelights hidden between tons of colourful chrysanthemums. For two days graveyards become alive- so are our dead relatives- we tend to believe. And it's good that our civilization cares for those who are dead. That's the connection which makes us -people differ from animals.

But when we were walking arm in arm with my daddy, talking quietly about my dead grandparents we had just visited, I gave him a loving cuddle.

And it made me once again realise that

the past is to remember

the present is to cherish.