Who remembers the long gone,
the forgotten ?

I wonder about the life expectancy of memories everytime I visit a cemetery.
Being forgotten seems both sad and healthy at the same time.
Isn’t that every soul’s destiny, the way things should be ?

We are remembered by those closest to us.
But what happens when they join us in the everafter ?
Two generations down nobody knows who is who anymore. No more flowers on the graves.
While plaques declare « We will never forget you »

It makes me think of old photographs, portraits of long dead daughters and sons, mothers and fathers, sold by the dozen at your local flea market.
Again, how sad and yet weirdly joyful that these now forgotten people are given an afterlife.

In this croatian jewish cemetery, the faces of the dearly departed have been erased by time.
Some graves are on the edge of oblivion, barely clinging to existence, slowly swallowed whole by mother Earth.

And yet what a pity it would be to willingly destroy this resting place of memory.
A reminder of our own mundane insignificance in the grand scheme of time and space.