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Time ago, my mom told me a story that I always had been curious to confirm.
When my parents lived in this city, where I am currently studying college, they had their first child, but due to some complications that he had at birth, he lived only one day and then died. Later my older brother born and they moved to another city, my hometown.
So, i had been curious to see the grave, and taking advantage that the Day of the Dead was near, I decided to find the grave. But i didn't remember which was his name, only where he is buried, which is in a cemetery that is next to my school!!
I planned to go to the cemetery yesterday, Wednesday, to not go on Friday because I know the place will be full.
I went to the cemetery’s office and asked if I could find a grave. I searched by last name, which obviously was the same as mine, and I found its location.
I began to look for the grave, but couldn’t find it. I saw many damaged graves in which could no longer read what they had written, and then I feared that I couldn’t find it. But I managed to find it and could barely read what I had written.
His name was Jose Manuel. He lived from 24/Nov/1981 to 26/Nov/1981. Right now he would have 30 years and would be close to turning 31. Was weird being in front of the grave of someone that I never knew, but is directly related to me.
Stand in front of his tomb made me think about many things. How would it be if he were still alive? Which things would be different? What kind of person he would be?
I also thought about how my parents felt when that happened and if that affected them in someway.
And I also thought about the future. I do not want to reach the day when I find myself in front of the grave of my parents or my brothers. That would be horrible.
I think it's ironic. Perhaps the real purpose of Day of the Dead is to give more value to life.
When my dog died a few months ago, the only thing that comforted me was think in the last moments that I spent with him, which was on one night when me and my brothers were watching TV, and he approached to me and I pet his head, and he rubbed his face with my leg.
Maybe I should stop acting like an idiot and spend more time with my family. So, when that day arrives, I have something to remember them.
When my parents lived in this city, where I am currently studying college, they had their first child, but due to some complications that he had at birth, he lived only one day and then died. Later my older brother born and they moved to another city, my hometown.
So, i had been curious to see the grave, and taking advantage that the Day of the Dead was near, I decided to find the grave. But i didn't remember which was his name, only where he is buried, which is in a cemetery that is next to my school!!
I planned to go to the cemetery yesterday, Wednesday, to not go on Friday because I know the place will be full.
I went to the cemetery’s office and asked if I could find a grave. I searched by last name, which obviously was the same as mine, and I found its location.
I began to look for the grave, but couldn’t find it. I saw many damaged graves in which could no longer read what they had written, and then I feared that I couldn’t find it. But I managed to find it and could barely read what I had written.
His name was Jose Manuel. He lived from 24/Nov/1981 to 26/Nov/1981. Right now he would have 30 years and would be close to turning 31. Was weird being in front of the grave of someone that I never knew, but is directly related to me.
Stand in front of his tomb made me think about many things. How would it be if he were still alive? Which things would be different? What kind of person he would be?
I also thought about how my parents felt when that happened and if that affected them in someway.
And I also thought about the future. I do not want to reach the day when I find myself in front of the grave of my parents or my brothers. That would be horrible.
I think it's ironic. Perhaps the real purpose of Day of the Dead is to give more value to life.
When my dog died a few months ago, the only thing that comforted me was think in the last moments that I spent with him, which was on one night when me and my brothers were watching TV, and he approached to me and I pet his head, and he rubbed his face with my leg.
Maybe I should stop acting like an idiot and spend more time with my family. So, when that day arrives, I have something to remember them.
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thats really sad and yet its kinda fascinating
to me i really think that the dead are dead, dont mourn for them too much, just remember them and remember what good times that you've had with them and just keep living your life to the fullest that it can be =3
This is a really nice piece of work.
to me i really think that the dead are dead, dont mourn for them too much, just remember them and remember what good times that you've had with them and just keep living your life to the fullest that it can be =3
This is a really nice piece of work.
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