I was walking my dog through the cemetery when a funeral cortege came up from behind.
I stepped off the roadway and bowed my head as the lead car came by.
I carried on walking and the dug grave was up ahead with the mourners standing around it while the coffin was being shouldered to it - so I stopped.
One of the mourners came over to me and said my name. I didn't recognise him. He was one of my old school friends who I hadn't seen since then.
He told me it was our maths teacher that was being buried.
Not much of a tale, except, the finality of life suddenly struck me. I'd never given it much real deep thought before but I was filled with dread watching that burial.
A horrible feeling came over me. That teacher was a brilliant teacher and always explained complicated mathematics until you understood it.
It bothered me for hours - the doom feeling. Then it washed away with thoughts of just enjoy yourself Stephen, there's a box waiting for all of us.
Cheerio.
