The sun is shining, it has stopped raining, and wrapped up warm enough a walk home through the cemetary after a visit to Mr. Swiss is just what I needed: fresh air and alone. It is not a time for grief, that is something I have when fate strikes its hard hand and being a golden oldie myself I will probably be one of the next to go, so why grieve.

This is the building for grieving at the local cemetary, actually in the basement. Grieving is very well organised for a last visit to the departed. The top floor is for the ceremonies associated with the last rituals. And so I left the cemetary leaving it all behind me.