It's been 21 years...
3 years ago
21 years since he died…and the last time I visited his grave was that year. My mom didn’t take me back until after grass had grown over the grave. I was 7 years old then…and I’m 28 now. I want to go back, it’s just so painful and I know it’s going to be a very emotional moment when I start thinking about all the things he missed in my life: proms, graduations, weddings, the birth of my son…
I live 2,000 miles away from where he’s buried now, but next time I’m close, I’m finally going to do it.
