A Cemetry.
Posted on February 17th, 2008 by Shani
On the seventh day we went to Grandfather’s grave with flowers. On our way to it, my Mother saw the grave of my Father’s Mother – my Grandmother. It turns out that she passed away the previous year.
There are things that you can play back and forward in your imagination innumerable times, but in a real life, there are situations that are impossible to change. Facing death everything turns to be insignificant.
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