I visited you today. I put flowers beside you. But you’re not there. You’re in my heart.
Visiting you there was hard. I wanted so badly to hug you. To hear your voice.
Some might say a grave is a silly place. The person isn’t really there. But it’s not a silly place. It’s one of the only places where you can fully be present in remembering. You’re only there for one reason: to visit those who are gone.
I know you’re not gone. But I’m glad I visited you today. To put fresh flowers on the grass. Some were purple. You loved purple. Lavender to be exact.
Your mom and dad and all my grandparents remembered in the same place. A place we loved and made memories. Where dad grew up. Where you went to college. Where we played as kids.
Sometimes I worry that you’re grave isn’t special enough. That you should have something bigger or better. But nothing could ever be built that could compare to the beautiful place you hold in my heart. That’s what you deserve. Always.
