There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
David Eagleman – Sum: Forty Tales From The Afterlives
I first spotted this quote online in a tweet by Louvain Rees – it immediately resonated.
Subsequently, I borrowed the book from the library and have had it for a Covid-extended loan period.
On my adventure through Shanrahan Cemetery, with P.J. and his good wife who were out for their evening stroll, I shared the quote when we were near the gate and the headstone to Andrew Abraham which, like the Browne headstone in Ballyhooley, is slowly but surely being absorbed into a tree.
Within a decade or so, it may be that the name Andrew Abraham may be spoken for the last time at Shanrahan Cemetery – the hunger of the tree shows no respect for the dead.