In my community I was considered fortunate by some, for having lived so long and having seen so many summers and winters go by. It’s true, I saw a lot; but I also experienced the pain of losing my loved ones. First my mother-in-law, then my daughter. Tradition demands that we are all buried in the same family tomb.
So when my time came, being the last of my generation, I was bidden farewell with full honours. The ritual was followed and I was placed next to the carefully collected bones of my mother-in-law and daughter, to accompany them eternally.
