La Toussaint

To commemorate the day of the dead, hubby and I visited his dead relatives at the cemetery in Millau.

the eerie quiet and the mountains — like a scene from an Edgar Allan Poe story/poem

We brought flowers.

My beau-père offering flowers for his grandparents

And stood quietly in front of the grave for a few moments.

They only give chrysanthemums to the dead, apparently

 I told my father-in-law that All Saints Day here is so solemn and quiet.  In the Philippines, ASD is like a picnic/party in the cemetery.  And so he says their way of celebrating ASD is a lot less expensive.

I agree.

Le destin a fait son chemin mais il n’a jamais separé nos coeurs
Destiny has parted our paths but we have never separated our hearts

Expensive or not, what really counts in the end is whether or not we’ve managed in our busy schedule, to sincerely lend some of our precious time to dispense warm thoughts for those loved ones who have long departed.

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