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Robin's birthday was Sunday. I wanted to go lay some flowers on her grave.
I should have just gotten in the car and gone. Instead, I thought it would be nice to take her mother along. Take my son along, and of course, take her mother's dog, too.
My little trip to the cemetary turned into a 3-ring circus.
Instead, we ended up not going, and I cried myself to sleep Saturday night and Sunday night.
It's just so wrong. I always did something for her birthday ... sent her a card, or took her a little present or a cake. Now all I can give her is flowers... and this year I couldn't even do that.
I should have just gotten in the car and gone. Instead, I thought it would be nice to take her mother along. Take my son along, and of course, take her mother's dog, too.
My little trip to the cemetary turned into a 3-ring circus.
Instead, we ended up not going, and I cried myself to sleep Saturday night and Sunday night.
It's just so wrong. I always did something for her birthday ... sent her a card, or took her a little present or a cake. Now all I can give her is flowers... and this year I couldn't even do that.