I watched K. climbing into the grave and shovelling the dirt into his grandfather's grave and it struck me that this isn't the first time I've seen this scene. It's been 7 years since my aunt passed and the memories flooded my mind as I stood before the burial; K. 7 years ago in his mother's grave shovelling the dirt in. It was raining back then.
Again, this is a trespassing. Grief that isn't mine.