When someone dies, our local priest is advised and then he plays the bells of mourning..and in a handful of minutes, the whole town knows who has died.

It comforts me to know that my beloved bells will be ringing at my funeral bidding my farewell.


I say bittersweet:
bitter because I'm leaving ,
sweet, hopefully I'm going to live with our Lord

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