I’m sitting in my car at the cemetery of my mother and grandmother.
It’s a comforting feeling to “hang out” with them, where their bodies lie and spirits visit from time to time.
They are/were wonderful people. Full of stories that have gone with them into their grave.
They have had fun, fascinating experiences that I would have loved to learn more about.
I really wish I could hang out with the both of them in person. It would be wonderful to enjoy a cup of coffee and chocolate covered Hostess donuts while watching the birds with my grandmother. It would be fun to play a board game or just hang out with my mother.
Memories are often equal or better than the real thing. I will pretend that I can experience them in person while I hang out with them at their gravesides and graveyard.