It’s quiet. It has to be. That’s what the Grim Reaper does; silences even the loudest of them all. So many dead! Lives and memories long gone, yet still here... somehow.
A look at the chain of barely visible graves stretching into the distance, forces you to imagine the floods of tears that must have pounded the ground. The lingering pain. The goodbyes unintended goodbyes. All absorbed by the earth.