With many Christians marking All Saints' Day and then All Souls' Day this weekend, and with some countries celebrating the Day of the Dead at cemeteries, I as a Jew felt a bit left out.
So I walked over to our small Meitar cemetery, just to see it for the first time.
There was a fresh burial, very moving, not expected.
I was the only living soul in the graveyard.
The sun set, the light faded, and a chill set in.
In the distance I heard the automatic metal gate squeak as it rolled shut across the entrance road.
. . .
But here I am, blogging; so you know I found a way out and made it home.