Every summer we (the whole family) visit the ancestors' graves. That's a part of Obon.
Today we went there.
We cleaned the graves, changed the flowers and prayed.
I always feel a little bit sad, when we visit the graveyard...and can't stop reflecting on life and death.
Next to one of our ancestors' graves is a young man buried. He was only 28 years old, when he died. You can see some drawings he once had draw as a child on his grave...
I can feel how much his parents must have loved him...and their pain. No parents want to bury their own children...
It really makes me thinking that life is short and we shouldn't waste it. Instead we should appreciate what we have and the people around us. Because nothing lasts forever and tomorrow it could be gone...
Today we went there.
We cleaned the graves, changed the flowers and prayed.
I always feel a little bit sad, when we visit the graveyard...and can't stop reflecting on life and death.
Next to one of our ancestors' graves is a young man buried. He was only 28 years old, when he died. You can see some drawings he once had draw as a child on his grave...
I can feel how much his parents must have loved him...and their pain. No parents want to bury their own children...
It really makes me thinking that life is short and we shouldn't waste it. Instead we should appreciate what we have and the people around us. Because nothing lasts forever and tomorrow it could be gone...
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