After my daughter’s funeral, I accidentally overheard a conversation of my fiancé. At that moment, I realized: not a single second can be wasted.
Late autumn. The wind lashes against the shoulders, driving fallen leaves between the tombstones. The sky is low and gray, like a hospital sheet hung out to dry. The cemetery feels forgotten here: no living voices, no movement — only withered grass and heavy silence. By one of the graves stand three people. Maria stands … Read more