The lights illuminated the void deck as we drove past.
Seated at the back, my 4 year-old son asked if that’s a wedding. After all, it’s bright and filled with people.
No, we relied. It’s for people who have passed away.
“What is passed away”? He asked.
“It means people who have died”. We told him.
“Will I also die?”
“You will. Everybody and everything will one day die. But you’ll live to a long ripe old age before dying.”
It’s the first time my son grapples with mortality. It’s also the moment of realisation that we, or our loved ones, wouldn’t be around forever.