I had two really close friends that died young. One at 19, the other at 27. They were buried in the same cemetery. I used to go and visit their graves often, and would sit down and have a chat as if they were still here. Not because I believe in an afterlife, but because I missed them so. Every visit, I would place a small stone on the gravestone of each of them, to show someone was there, and they are not forgotten. (Jewish tradition that I think is awesome)
My grandparents' graves are too far away for me to visit, but I want to go visit my aunt's place of rest this summer. I was denied going to her funeral (well, it was -20 and no one would come get me, it's a long bus trip, then about 1/2 hour walk,,, my parents said "you can take the bus", oh, and I'd just lost a baby), and she was the only one in my family who treated me with love. I miss her so!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIP, Aunt B, and thank you.
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