Yesterday was All Souls' Day and in the evening we did something we had not done for a long time. We visited the cemetery where my mother and my In-laws  were buried.

The cemetery looked beautiful. peaceful.The only sound was the rustling of the trees which had grown so tall they seemed to be touching the sky.

 Almost all the graves had been cleaned and decorated with flowers. Small candles burning at the foot of each cast a soft magical glow in the twilight and even my usually boisterous teens seemed quieter and more thoughtful.

The visit made me think about death. How we often live as if death is something that affects others, not us!

 Yet I vividly remember the trauma we went through when first my mother and then my sister died unexpectedly. My father-in-law's death was not such a shock, because he was old and had been ailing for quite some time. My mother-in-law had made my life a misery for years and so I did not really feel so terrible about it. (How bad does that make me?)

But what I was wondering was, when and how I will die, and how my family will cope. At present I feel that I carry almost the entire burden of running my family on my own, but I also know that no-one is indispensable. So obviously life will go on after me.

I just hope that after I am gone people will remember me with love.

As an obituary, how's " She tried her best"? I think that's how I'd like to be remembered..as some one who tried..maybe not always successfully...but sincerely.