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Those little moments…

Happy Sunday!

Today I had zero energy when I woke up. I had to push myself to go running. Although I love it (check last Sunday’s post).

I had to stop several times but I made it. And on one of my stops, I came across the Southampton Old cemetery again. I haven’t been in a cemetery since last March, when my sister and I visited my aunt’s grave.

I’ve came across it before but never went in. Something has drawn me in today and I passed the gates and whilst looking around all the graves, the messages on the memorials, the church in the end of the path, and listening to Aron Wright’s Rest in Peace, I burst into tears.

I cried for my aunt, my grandparents, those buried in the graves right in front me, those who died in Barcelona, Manchester, Syria. For those couple of moments I felt I was grieving for everyone who lost their live, for everyone who lost their loved ones.

It was one of the most cathartic, spiritual experiences of my life.

I’m happy and grateful for little moments like this, a reminder to appreciate the little things, the fact that I’m alive and breathing, that my family and friends are well and happy.

So here’s to those little moments.

Eleni

 

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