Contemplating this forsaken ruin saddened me; it reminded me of my own mortality. Whatever we make of our lives, this is our journey’s end. In a cemetery, such dark notions are likely to intrude, uninvited and unwelcome.
I felt another, more poignant melancholy. These dead had been forgotten. Their loved ones were gone. There was no one to leave flowers, to visit, to quietly offer a prayer. These dead weren’t even the ghosts of a memory. There was no one left to remember them.