At the end of a life.
One doesn't think about death inside a grocery shop except maybe death by chocolate, chips & co. And so it should be except in a small community the local shop masquerades as the purveyor of local news, be they happy, sad or plain gossipy.
They always dangle with the aid of an adhesive over the cigarette shelve, right behind the till. Fitting in a way. Cigarettes and their nefarious danger. Flyers, shining white paper with sad black font can too often be seen there. Death notices of members of our local community.
Every time I enter the shop my eyes automatically veer to the left to check for sad notices. Lately there are more than should be. Just the other day a covid death occurred in our midst and if nothing else, had people remember the deadly accuracy of the virus.
These sad little flyers give credence to a life lived, hopefully a long one. One page holding a sort of summary of one's life. The family had and life led. Sad, really how a bit of paper dangling over the counter makes one stop to pause and give homage to the person concerned.
How often does the death notice garner more social contact than was ever had while the person was alive? Yes, funerals are extremely well attended ( and why not ) but how sad that the hour taken to go to a funeral wasn't taken earlier.
All our lives have become so hectic and busy that the old fashioned way of life has fallen by the wayside. Perhaps now that we all are being made more aware of what we really need in life, more time will be taken before a flyer gets put up...
Biggi
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