visit Clement's grave

I finally got to visit Clement this October.
T’was bittersweet.
I got a picture.
I am done. I said goodbye.

This hasn’t happened yet. Hopefully sooner rather than later it will happen.
I’ve got to talk to Frank about going to Virginia. He needs to meet my best friend (Leah).

This has actually moved up on the list of things to do because I need a picture of his grave for my book.

This summer. Possibly.
I wanna go visit my best friend in Virginia. So. Hopefully I’ll be able to go then.
I’m gonna save up my money and see if I’ll have enough for the trip.

been able to go to his grave. I was hoping I would be able to go this summer with my cousin Morgan but we’re not going roadtripping anymore so… thats a no-go.
Ah. Well. I’ll do it eventually. I would really love to do it this summer though. I miss talking to him.
And I want to be able to say goodbye to that part of my life without feeling bad by not saying my goodbyes to him.

Well my family is planning on moving again come January and we’re gonna be pretty close to VA during that time so maybe I’ll get a chance to go visit Clement. I hope I do.

Clement was a childhood friend. I met him when I was 7 and he was like… 13 years old (I can’t remember exactly). He died when I was 11 and he was like 16. He was a really nice boy. No one really knows how he died- most think it was suicide or an accident. I personally think it was an accident. Anways. He was a friend and when I still lived in Wakefield I would go to his grave every now and then to talk to him. I really liked it. I would tell him what was going on with people and all that good stuff. Really it didn’t matter if he could hear me or not… I felt he could and being at his grave just made things… I don’t know better? The last time I was at his grave I was in the 10th grade (I think) and… it was wonderful. I read him some poems I had written and left him the ones I thought he liked (it got sunny when I read them and clouded over again when I stopped). I don’t know if his parents ever found the poems at his grave or not. I really want to go back and talk to him. I was 15 I believe the last time I was there and now I’m 18 almost 19. I have an overwhelming need to go back and stand on the hill where his grave is and just sit there and tell him everything thats going on. I miss him terribly. And my inspiration has disappeared.