They’re Here But Not Here

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.


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