Today I went to Brighton for a day trip. I am a German exchange student staying in Eastbourne. As I am pretty much the same age as Arthur was at the time of his death – to be precise, I was the exact same age about two weeks ago – I thought it to be appropriate to visit his grave [ ] to pay my respects to him, you, Susie, Earl and the rest of your family. I did not know that there were also other family members of yours buried in the same place, and I found the simplicity and beauty of those graves really touching. Only in retrospect, a couple of hours later, did I start to have mixed feelings about the fact that I went there. What I first thought to be a simple act of respect and admiration now occurred to me as naive, a rather strange fan action, and almost disrespectful, as I did not know any of your passed family members personally. What do you feel about the fact that a complete stranger consciously visits the graves of your sons? Can we mourn someone we don‘t know?
LINUS @ Issue no. 339