While in Poland this past summer - not my fonder memories - We visited the graveyard where some of my ancestors are kept.
I'M NOT POLISH, my German grandmother came from what used to be a German part of Poland, but her family moved out.

While in the cemetery I found myself talking to the grave of an infant who died two days after it was born.

I've always been fascinated by death, so I rather liked the cemetery, and I do like to talk to the dead, even if they can't understand me XD

lawl I accidentally wrote 08 instead of 09 when I signed it XD so I had to scratch it out and write the correct year.