Mommy decided it was time to move on and bought two plots in the Newcrest Cemetery, one for Daddy and the adjacent one so she could rest next to him for all of eternity. I don’t have any other experiences with death, but I don’t think I’d want to keep an urn in my house. For one, it’s a double whammy. You know your loved one is gone, but seeing their remains sitting on your fireplace or wherever has got to be a gut punch. I also imagine while seeing their ghost may be comforting at first, it gives a false sense of reality. After a while, it could mess with your head. I think that’s where Mommy may be, but I’m not ready to talk about Daddy with her yet. I’m just now getting used to the idea of him not being here anymore.
She took me to the gravesite to show me where it is so I’ll be able to visit whenever I want. I brought fresh flowers, and we lit two candles so he’ll know we were there if he comes up at night. I like the idea of a cemetery. It’s definitely not a place I see myself hanging out, but it’ll be nice for future generations to have a place to come and see our dearly departed, letting them know we have not forgotten.
