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.

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