Trip to the Graveyard
Today, we had our annual visit to my grandfather. Same as always, we performed the same rituals and traditions we've been doing for the past 17 years, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. I remember last year we coincidentally went at the same time as an old best friend... whose grandfather lay several rows behind my own. Awkward, unsure, and stubborn... we hovered around our own territory and pretended we didn't know each other. I hadn't seen or talked to her in years.It never fails to amaze me how much one's mindset and perception of things can change within a year; yes, a year is a long time, but usually it's a quite gradual process. Although this had been my umpteenth time visiting, this time something had caught my eye...
On my grandfather's side of the road, marble tombstones beared names of Lee, Tran, Ho, Wong... Lam... Vuong... Huynh... Liu...
Across the 2.5m wide road read those of Martin, Keith, Sheppard... Sabbath... Potter... Smith...
I'm sure this sort of occurence doesn't appear only at this graveyard in Scarborough... at Birchmount and Eglington...but it sure does alarm me... why there are still so many boundaries involving prejudices and the human race... even after life and in death...
posted by Irene @ 11:49:00 PM
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