Yesterday would've been my grandfathers birthday, so I bullied my grandmother to come with me to the cemetery (she wasn't sure whether to go or not, since it was getting dark). When I walked into the cemetery I suddenly found myself in s cheery mood. I don't know what came over me, but that's what happened. It wasn't for lack of respect for the dead (however much I suspect a dead person would care about respect). Rather, it felt more appropriate this way. The way I see it, at least the way I would've wanted it if I were dead (to the extent that I'd want anything at all under the circumstances) were for people to be happy. Not happy as in happy I'm finally gone, but happy in general, about their own lives. I wouldn't want people to cry about what might have been, rather, I'd want them to be happy for what they had. In the case of my grandfather, I did my crying when we buried him, now I'm just happy he finally got some rest. Personally I think cemeteries gets too much negative energy. I'd think the dead would like some positive energy, that people would laugh, or at least smile happily once in a while.

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