Part 1 – Cemetery Walkers
So this post may annoy the crap out of some people, but cemetery walkers/joggers annoy the crap out of me. I often go to the cemetery in the morning and have my coffee next to my late husband’s grave (morbid, probably but it seems to be soothing in a weird sort of way). For 3.5 years now, I’ve had people walk past me, sometimes in groups, while I’m really grieving and I just hate it. I understand it’s a quiet place to walk without any traffic, but in my opinion, the cemetery is a place for remembering those we have lost – not exercising.
Part 2 – Hanging Out @ Graves
When all of this happened it was the middle of a brutal winter. The cemetery in the winter is a morbid, sad, depressing place. However, once spring finally came around, I felt the need to visit. When I think about the actual action of someone being buried in a box under the ground forever, it makes me puke in my mouth a little. Isn’t there a better way to honor our dead? We aren’t religious. It’d be easier if we were because they just go to Heaven right? Happily ever after….
Part 3 – He Should Be Here
My son played in his first baseball tournament this past weekend and wore his Dad’s #. My daughter is starting school. He’s missing out on so much.
