It was a beautiful day as we made our rounds to the cemetery where my mother is buried, and the other one where my uncle, my dad’s parents, other brother, and, my dad’s stepmother are buried.

Both cemeteries are historic, so, we actually spent a lot of time exploring the old sites.

However, part of the reason we were there a while was that we couldn’t get out of the place. Who lays these places out, anyway?

Not only figuratively, but, literally, you can get in them, but, you can’t get out.

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Memorial Day

It’s weird, usually, when time passes after a significant event, you usually say, “Wow, I can’t believe it’s already been x months since…”, or, “Wow, has it only been 6 months since…?”

This time, for whatever reason, 6 months seems about right. I don’t know if that means something, but, I’ve never really felt like that before.

People have been telling me that 6 months is a really hard time, but, so far, it’s been OK. I saw my dad earlier today, and, he didn’t say anything, so I didn’t either. But, we were at a basketball game, and, that’s not usually what you talk about when your kid’s team is so painful to watch that you wonder how they found their way to the gym.

Um, tangent…but, we somehow managed to win.

Anyway, I’m sure he’ll go to the cemetery tomorrow, I think he goes a lot of Sundays, that’s just his routine. I’ve been a couple of times, but, it just doesn’t do anything for me. I know some people are big cemetery go-ers, my family just never has been.

Sometime, I’ll tell you about her death, she really gave us a great gift, and, taught a lot of people that there’s nothing to fear.

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An anniversary of sorts