Simple

I went to "visit" my grandmother. The idea was to check on the rose bush we planted a few weeks ago. We've had a lot of rain, and fierce winds, so I was hoping it was ok. It wasn't. The poor thing seems to have died. I know we can always buy a new one, but grandma really loved that bush...

Then I wandered in the cimetery. All those impressive monuments, statues, etc., that will find their way in this blip journal as I intend to go back there, and it's a fascinating subject. But then I came about those tiny, old stones, for the deaf sisters, apparently. A cross, a name, a date, sometimes not even legible anymore.