The land lay strewn with mounds of fresh dirt, small piles of offerings placed upon them by loved ones the deceased have left behind.
But this did not concern her.
Because, all she could feel was their lingering presence.
Their confusion or their restlessness, their need to move on.
What was keeping them?
The multitude of emotions pressed on her until she couldn't breath.
Is it my responsibility?
The chorus of silent replies deafened her for a moment but also gave her resolve.
Yes, I will help you find peace. However I can, I will help.