I wondered why I was up so late last night.
And then I figured it out. I didn’t want to go to the graveyard. I don’t need anything to remind me that Dad isn’t here. I miss him every day.
I gritted my teeth and went anyway. Stood at his grave, thinking about him. Feeling the loss all over again.
It was still nice to be with family. And interesting to see how many other people put decorations on the graves. From a pot of poinsettia all the way up to fully decorated trees.