There are so many young people. So many young men who were lost during the war. It's all so sad.
One day, my grave will be there.
This is my Granny and Grampa's gravestone.
My granny died the year before I was born, and I am named after her.
I was nine when my beloved Grampa, who lived with us, died. We all adored him, and were heartbroken when he passed away.
There is a Gaelic text written here:
"Aig Dia 's ro phriseil bas a naomh."
It's from Psalm 116, and it says, Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
A walk through the graveyard is always moving. It's so peaceful in there. The only sounds are of the wind and of the sea.
'Teach us to number our days'.
One day, every body in there will rise again, and every knee will bow before our Redeemer. That is a truly awesome thought. Each one of us must ask ourselves whether we'll bow before Him in adoration and love, or in terror and hatred.
It will be one or the other.
What a thought.