just like in those tense moments before the flames are doused, when everything is shrouded in smoke and uncertainty, there's a parallel in how we handle the memories of those who've passed, laid to rest in a cemetery. it's our duty to negate the despair, to view each gravestone not just as a mark of an end but as a symbol of a life's pre-inception, a story before the stories we know. in many cases, it's about learning to recommence from scratch, to find paths of healing and remembrance, ensuring the legacy of those gone is kept alive, much like the lives we strive to save every day.