I passed by a graveyard today, probably the worst place I should be in. Such a place brings sad memories, for this was the place where my mortal life formally ended. Although this graveyard was not the place where my remains now rest for all eternity, the place does make such memories come to rise again.
Unlike any other place, people seemed to look at me from everywhere as I stepped upon the grassy ground and treaded carefully past gravestones. Although some of them could see me, I could tell they just wish to be left alone. Some were even trying to converse, although having no luck getting a response.
It was then that I remembered: It is almost that time of the year.
As I lamented on the occassion, I drew out my journal and pen to see if I can craft another tale from such a solemn and memorable event.
~
October had almost ended, yet death apparently does not care.
A burial had just finished its ceremonies in one secluded part of the graveyard. People dressed in black clothes headed off to their respective rides while a man and a woman dressed in black remained behind, the man comforting the crying woman. They appeared to be husband and wife.
"Let's not cry now, dear. It was not our fault to begin with." the man said. "It was just our son's time, I suppose. We can't do anything about that."
"It isn't fair..." the woman sobbed, caressing her son's gravestone one more time. "He was such a nice boy... he loved us more than he loved anything else in this world... why would this happen to him?!"
"Come, come. I'm sure our son wouldn't want to see us wasting away like this, would he?"
He took his wife by hand and headed to their carriage.
October had almost ended, yet death apparently does not care.
A burial had just finished its ceremonies in one secluded part of the graveyard. People dressed in black clothes headed off to their respective rides while a man and a woman dressed in black remained behind, the man comforting the crying woman. They appeared to be husband and wife.
"Let's not cry now, dear. It was not our fault to begin with." the man said. "It was just our son's time, I suppose. We can't do anything about that."
"It isn't fair..." the woman sobbed, caressing her son's gravestone one more time. "He was such a nice boy... he loved us more than he loved anything else in this world... why would this happen to him?!"
"Come, come. I'm sure our son wouldn't want to see us wasting away like this, would he?"
He took his wife by hand and headed to their carriage.
---
"But of course, madam." a woman clad in a black habit said, smiling assuredly at the husband and wife. "I would be honored if one of our children were to come under your parentage."
"Thank you so much!" the wife cried excitedly. "Did you hear that dear? She said we could adopt someone here!"
"Well, yes, thank you so much, Mother Superior." the husband said. "May we see who will become our new son?"
"But of course." the nun said, smiling as she stood up. "Follow me, please."
---
"Here we are!" the woman cried.
The carriage had just pulled up in front of their mansion. The woman stepped out first, then took a handsome young boy in her arms and led him to the front gate. The man followed suit, carrying the child's luggage behind the two.
"Now, now, don't rush him, he's got new things to learn here." the man said, laughing as he opened the gates, causing mother and child to run towards the front door.
---
"Now, now, I'm sure you'll be fine." the woman said.
"But, mother," the child said, balancing himself against the small pony he was riding. "I... I'm a little afraid of this."
"Oh, but of course you are! But my son before just overcame his fears and rode well back then! I'm sure you could do it too."
"I... yes, Mother, I will try."
---
"How many times have I told you that our new son isn't enjoying his riding lessons?!" the man cried, as the woman collapsed on the bed after tending to their son's injuries.
"Let's not talk about this right now." the woman said coldly. "I'm sure he will be a fine rider as our son was!"
"It's always between him and our son, this is not going to work!" the man cried. "He has a life to live different from what our son lived and had before. We shouldn't force our son's ways to him just so he could become 'our son' as well!"
"So what is your point?" the woman asked annoyedly. "That I haven't been a good mother to him?"
"Ask yourself that question. I'm calling the orphanage first thing tomorrow morning." the man said, heading out of the bedroom.
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"Well, it is such a regret that this did not work out as expected." the nun said, walking along with the man in front of the orphanage. "We were optimistic that the child would be the perfect blessing you seek to comfort your hearts."
"Forgive me, sister, but my wife still needs to think things through." the man said solemnly. "In the meantime, I will leave the child under your care again until we decide if we would still keep him or not."
"Do not think over it too much, my boy." the nun said. "Sometimes there has to be a healing process to this. Your wife has suffered so much with your son's death, I'm sure. It would take time to recover."
"She needs to learn, sister." the man said. "Learn to let go."
~
"I would do the same if it were to happen to my case as well." I said, when I felt the Light's presence behind me again.
"Yes, I am sure you would. What did you glean from this tale you had just witnessed?"
"We should eventually learn to let go of things that we care for very much." I said. "Everything in the world isn't forever; Things come and go. We are no exception, I suppose."
"well, you have come and gone yourself. I hope that as you come again you would remember these things before you are gone again."
"I'm sure I would." I said, laughing.
The Light disappeared, leaving a new path in its wake.
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