
From The Inside Looking Out One of the first things I do as I arrive at my workplace is to make myself a cup of coffee before I start my day. The kitchen window looks out over part of the cemetery. When I first started there, I used to see an old gentleman every week visiting a grave, tenderly changing the flowers and I could see him talking as he knelt, carefully wiping the headstone keeping it in tip-top pristine condition. Over time, I got to know him and learnt some of the stories about his wife and the things…