A Day At The Graveyard..

Its impossible to imagine how many thoughts,feelings,are burried under the ground...and its even more hard to imagine the magnitute of importance most of these people ment to the living world..from lawyers to priests..from a poor family's sole earning father..to a new born baby daughter...from grand parents to son's lost in war...if the tears shed for the departed were to be put together it would sure flood the city...
the hour is late now...I was a very busy lad today...spent the day at the graveyard helping dad clean and paint the grave of my grandma/grandpa...its all souls day tommrrow.....the graveyard is so like a normal place...the sun is as bright as usual...the air as fresh as usual..the gloom and fear as expected did not show up all day not in thoughts nor words..every one was so happy..my lil sis and i took a stroll along the graves. we were trying to find the oldest cript..and i was even keeping my eyes open for collectable stuff (ie.bones) but wasent lucky enought to find something...it turned out to be a very fun experience much aginst my expectitation....
i often wonder how it is to be dead..what happens to your ever present thoughts and dreams...do you still need some sort of food??..do you really turn into a ghost?..and are the stories of ghosts snd rebirth's actually true?..i will sure find out some day i know for sure, but its sad i may not be able to share the experience then...but if i die and if there is any way in which i can contact the living world, i sure will...see you guys in heaven (ie.hopefully) chaio...