At one time they were the children of someone, loved and happy. But life grinds forward to our universal isolation. We can clutch onto others, but we are drifting unceasingly to the ultimate desolate destination, and will soon be alone forever. No one to mourn means no sadness in your wake.
I will end it quickly when I become a weight to the few who love me. They have their own sad journeys to trod, no need to burden them any more than nature does on her own.
You said this more beautifully that I could ever hope to. Thank you
Another fascinating collection, thanks! I love to entertain myself by making up identities and life stories for these deceased people. I've got the imagination of a novelist, I suppose