It was three in the afternoon, and the sun was still biting the mourners’ skin. They all wore white shirts and black jeans as a color motif of mourning. It was also noticeable that the immediate family and relatives had black mourning pins worn on the left side of their chest.
They were all gathered at a freshly dug up rectangular hole, which had white cloth covering each side of it. Around them were rows of graves of different sizes and colors, with Talisay trees randomly standing in the big cemetery. The graves reflected the status of families, as some were tiled, some were concrete and some were just covered by earth and only a cross with the deceased’s name on it. Some graves had fresh flowers, while others had already wilting or drying ones, and some had none at all as though they we
