Prompt: "Day 29 —You are at a cemetery reading gravestones. Write about one of the people you find."
Thank goodness this is almost over.
Mr. Paul Haight. Strange name to say the least but a sad case nonetheless. His gravestone was simple, nothing fancy like the ones around it and simply read, "Mr. Paul Haight 1983 - 1998". Doing the math he was about fifteen? Ten years from '83 made it '93 which he should have been 10... Then there are... eight minus 3... five years and five plus ten was fifteen. Give or take one year depending on the day he died. Wow. He was fifteen. When I was that age I just discovered friends, good food, how to actually dress like you care and other things. My life was just beginning, a lot of people's lives were, are beginning. And yet he's already gone? My mind wandered - how had he died? The cause hadn't been listed which lead me to think that no one had actually cared how or that it was a terminal illness or some tragic accident.
I wonder if he was an all right guy...
In this case, it would be best not to assume too much about the dead, you know? They've moved on to another life that is hopefully better lest their karma chase them.
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