We might think of the dead as being at rest; their stories signed off, their voices still and their places in the world gradually occupied by the noise of the living.
But that’s certainly not always how it feels, is it?
Some people (or indeed animals) remain with us in ways we can’t quite explain. In the things they taught us, the memories we return to, the words we wish we’d said. Sometimes, the past has a habit of making itself known when we least expect it.
May the dead rest in peace, but never in silence.
