That Widow

Day 67 and I went to another cemetery.

I got up and got my ride in on the Peloton and then got the boys breakfast. I had some errands I wanted to run and I had to go see my dad. I try to make it to my dad’s cemetery at least 5 to 6 times a year. I know no one else goes and I know that the dead aren’t just hanging out at their graves but I still like to let them know I physically remember them and that I take the time to visit.

I went to my husband’s grave and had to fix his flag that I have out there. I think I might have to get another stand as the wind is terrible out there and it’s just not holding up. I yelled at my husband at his grave. I told him I know that he saw me buy the van and he was there and he’s always around but he’s still there stuck in the fucking ground. I told him I was angry at him for leaving me. I am so angry he left me. I know if he wouldn’t have had cancer he would be here but come on!

Day 67 and I went to one cemetery for a birthday and another to yell at my dead husband.