Dead People Easter

The next Sunday, was Memorial Easter. The day the whole country goes out to graves of loved ones to remember them and their lives. It’s a beautiful, and if not obsessed over, tradition. I spent it at Matt’s sight in Singerei, on my way back from flying into Chisinau to home. Matt’s host family had just been diagnosed with throat and lung cancer. The whole family, children, grandchildren, were huddled in the kitchen in vigil. They went to the graveyard early early and came back with coffee cups full of colored eggs, candy and little sfintul candles for us.