I went to visit my grandmother’s grave yesterday.
Right beside it is my uncles grave, and as I stood there, one of my husband’s closest friends was being buried directly across from them.
I would have never expected this.
There were decades of differences between them all, yet here they were—laid to rest hardly a few feet from one another.
Before 2020, I’d never visited a cemetery. I was afraid to, but the last few years have changed me.
They’ve changed us all, I think.
The pandemic was a reminder of our mortality, and now, with the flooding in Pakistan, we’ve been reminded of the dangers of climate change.
The world is changing quickly. I don’t know what the future holds for me (or for any of us, really), but I hope I’m able to leave the world a better place than before.