Irony
It occurred to me today that I can visit a man who has been dead for 2,400 years every day, and that while I may not visit every day, I certainly visit often; yet I can't find the time to visit my grandmother's grave. Granted she only died a month ago, but I have yet to visit her grave. Cemeteries close at dusk so I can't go when I get home from work, and by the time the weekend rolls around we have a million things to do. Plus if I'm out and about I generally have Connor and Sheila in the car and I can't take Connor out there with the weather this cold.