Mother dear mother
please don't cry
The angels are waiting
to carry me on high
As an adult I find graveyards fascinating for what I can learn about those entered. In every new country, I visit a graveyard to learn a bit more about the culture and the people.
I think of how they once lived, loved, cried, walked, ran just like I do above them. Under each mound of earth was someone who had touched the life of others.
I have been fascinated by people buried in Argeles-sur-mer. Like the Puritan New England graves we learn about the deceased from what is part of the grave. Some are extra sad like the one below about the young son of a former bakery owner. He must have loved cats.
Family members often express their "regrets" followed by wife, husband, child, grandchildren or whatever is appropriate.
Each culture has its own way for people to mourn its losses be it as simple as leaving a person in a cave or as elaborate as a pyramid. What is more universal that grief is painful and there is no secret route to recover.