In order not to go further with my thoughts than the nearest station, I inevitably always think of neighboring Austria.
In most settlements there, the cemetery is in the church garden or in the immediate vicinity of the church. At the base of God's house, so that those who live there may remember their loved ones every day. To know that we are all God's children, we who are still walking on earth and those who are already closest to the Father in their souls. We can say that the cemetery in the churchyard is also a symbol of belonging. Those who just go, even if they don't come in, but take a look inside and are certainly thinking of their loved ones. As the evening sets in, even on weekdays, the candlesticks flicker, indicating that we are together in spirit and love.
On the other hand, in our country, in many places, the cemeteries are already on the edge of the settlements, far from the road where we walk every day. This is how those who are remembered once a year are forgotten. Today's man - respect for the exception - mostly goes to the cemetery once a year out of a sense of duty. It's lucky that this custom has been around for centuries and it's good that it has developed, because at least at this time the cemeteries are "dressed up" and our loved ones are with us in our thoughts for a short time. Indeed, if there were cemeteries in the churchyards on our way, I can say for sure that the first two days of November would not be a duty-conscious day according to social expectations, but would be a red-letter holiday. As in those places where the head trees are still at the base of the Creator's house. Because we could finally learn that God created the world wisely.
