I’ve seen my grandpa’s grave once since he died, excluding when he was buried, and that was like a week after he was buried.
It hurts so much to look back and know he’s dead, know that’ll never see him again.
I regret not seeing him while he was dieing… Out of fear. I hate that he got a brain tumor, he didn’t deserve it. No one deserves it.
I think I need to see his grave, for my sanity, so I can TRULY get over it, evne if I don’t think about it all the time, even if I’m done grieving, I need to see it written one more time, I need to see the stone, need to look at it…
