I pass by this cemetary multiple times a day on my way to work and back home. There are two of these canopies that get moved around the cemetary based on the location of the next burial. A morbid thought, but every time I see it staked to the ground I think to myself how it seems to be "waiting on the next one". As I get older, I often carry this a step further and realize that someday I will be the "next one".
Keeping this in perspective helps me appreciate and enjoy each day even more...
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