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I don't know if it is the meds or the time of year but I've been pretty blah lately.
Last night as I tried to fall asleep, I was consumed with thoughts of cemeteries. I have no desire to visit the cemetery my father is buried in. I'm fairly certain I've never been back since the day we buried him. I don't view my lack of visiting as disrespectful. He's not there..
But on the completely opposite side of the coin, I feel compelled to find out where Jay is buried (or even if he is). I hate to say it but I'm lacking that closure. That and I just need to know. It's been five years. My original journal entry still pretty much sums it up.
Last night as I tried to fall asleep, I was consumed with thoughts of cemeteries. I have no desire to visit the cemetery my father is buried in. I'm fairly certain I've never been back since the day we buried him. I don't view my lack of visiting as disrespectful. He's not there..
But on the completely opposite side of the coin, I feel compelled to find out where Jay is buried (or even if he is). I hate to say it but I'm lacking that closure. That and I just need to know. It's been five years. My original journal entry still pretty much sums it up.