Idle reflections on the world: Burials

Idle reflections on the world:

Burials

They take away the coffin and hurry on. They are young, they go fast. You are old and you cannot follow them. The time to reach the cemetery and the deceased is half covered with earth. People crowd around the tomb. Most of them are unknown.

It's your brother or sister. It could be your father or mother that it wouldn't change anything for them and nothing for you. They will not wait for you to bury him. You will not be able to watch him one last time or whisper a word of farewell to him before the irreparable. You will not be able to throw the first handful of soil on the body of the one you will not see again and who you already miss.

So you stay away. It's too late. The dead no longer belongs to you. They took care, without consulting you and without taking the trouble to wait for you, to put your father, mother or brother into his last dwelling.