I watched in guilty silence, an uninvited voyeur. The elderly woman leaned down to tuck a small folded paper into a crack on the flat headstone.
As our eyes met, I saw the misery on her face and wondered whose headstone it was that made her cry. Was it a husband, a child, or a parent long gone and she wished she could call them back for an hour, or maybe a hug?
Being here was more than a stark reminder that “Time waits for no one”. The wheels of time keep turning the days and months to years. Then one day you realize, an entire lifetime has passed and you still miss what you had and you've exhausted all your memories.
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