REMEMBRANCE OF THE DECEASED

In the month of November we all feel motivated to go to the cemetery to honour our dead. Everybody goes, or almost, those that practice our faith and those that don’t. Huge plant pots filled with chrysanthemums and other flowers emerge from the white tomb stone. One has the impression that there is a competition for who puts the biggest plant of flowers... It true, that in the end the cemetery looks like a garden! Pity that only a week ago that same cemetery looked rather sad with those faded, scentless fake flowers! I imagine the souls of our dead watching the scene in silence and full of love in eternity, with their mysterious wisdom they fix their eyes filled with light in ours filled with tears. Mimma (translate by Diliana)