Cemetery Home Evening
Last night I went on a walk with Sam to give Katie a little peace and quiet. We ambled over to the cemetery, where Sam attempted to find the tree he likes climbing. At one point we walked past a family sitting in lawn chairs around a grave, setting off some small fireworks, acting as if that were the most normal thing in the world. It really looked like they were there for the evening.
There comes a point when you have to let someone go.
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did i just cross the line calling people's deceased loved ones zombies? I use the term lovingly.