I've just come back from a wrenching meeting and wanted to sit for a bit and settle.I was reading the Guardian on line and saw something that helped me put things into perspective.
When we're all dead and gone, what will be left to memorialize us? Is it a stone or a plaque?
Or are our remains scattered to the winds in some special place?
The Guardian's photo essay that I saw featured some modern memorials. I was particularly taken with how warm and whimsical some of them were. Will they stand the test of time in keeping a memory alive?