September

There was a small cemetery in the village of Patsch that I spent about an hour walking through one afternoon in a light drizzle. I looked at all the headstones, the dates of birth and death, the eulogies, the flowers on the graves.

One thing I noticed was how many older couples died so close together. Very often within a year, and several within the same month.

Time spent in a cemetery is time well spent. You think about all the things the cemetery's dwellers did during their lives. You think about what they may have been thinking about when they died. You get these clues from the epitaths and everything else on the stone and invent little stories about them.

Most of all, you think about your own life. You think about what's important, what people are remembered for. You think about your own last day of life, and that it will inevitably arrive some day. You think about what you need to do to make sure that when that day comes, you have no regrets.