When you’re long forgotten by your human relatives, will anyone visit your grave? Had this sombre thought while passing a beautiful graveyard on the bus today. Centuries-old gravestones were standing higgledy-piggledy and I got to wondering… does anyone visit anymore? Do their family’s descendants know that they’re even there or who they are? The thought of an engraved stone marking the resting place of a person that no one knows, remembers or visits suddenly seemed very depressing. Have a happy Friday!
At least the little guy in the picture made a mortal friend.