Large fields where amidst green meadows and flourishing flowers, numerous headstones, white crosses and stars of David are set in orderly rows, uniform in height and width. They are lined up as far as we can see.
One of these memorials might be of a relative. Was he your husband, friend, father, grandfather or uncle? It’s comforting to know that his grave is well maintained. But what do the surroundings, the sky above his grave, the beach and the village look like? What if you could see this all, even though you are not personally able to visit it?
Did you always wanted to visit his grave, but you never had the opportunity?