Dear Friends,
I come from a culture that keeps Death at a comfortable distance. There are no funeral homes, and cemeteries are created in the outskirts of towns. You can only imagine my shock when I saw Death living in the heart of Toronto!
For the longest time, whenever I passed by Mt. Pleasant cemetery, I would turn my head. Every time I passed by the funeral home on my way to work, I would turn my head! Until one philosophical day when I almost got hit by a car, right in front of the house of Death! I had not thought of the other world being so close! I was literally and figuratively two hops away from the basement of the funeral home!
Now, gratefully, I live in a neighbourhood that has four funeral homes - all at walking distance! Far from becoming morbid, I have come to see these places as daily reminders that life is precious, fragile! I have to respect it by enjoying it!
Now only if I could sell this policy to a few loved ones around me!
Have a lively weekend, everyone!
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