Morbid Love

I've always loved cemeteries, because when I was 11 months old my grandfather passed away and my mother would take me to the cemetery with her to put new flowers on his grave. As time went on a family friend, a kind old lady,and my dad's uncle, a strange man who kept every thing, died. I remember being at my grandparent's house at the Thanksgiving, it was my first grade year, and my grandpa never went to get his brother and his seat, the one right in front of the window was left untouched. I used to go with my grandparents to my granduncle's grave to put out flowers. I enjoyed those trips and reading the old markers in the cemeteries, but those simple outings made who I am. My mom worries because of my love of cemeteries.
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18-21, F
Jul 21, 2010