Graveyard Visit

A slight cold filled the air at my arrival, the grass soft underneath my bare feet. It wasn’t a good place to be- then again what graveyard is?- yet somehow I manage to feel at home here. The smell of lavender danced in the crisp breeze. I didn’t have to look to know it was the small lavender bush my aunt had planted there. It grew to the best of it’s abilities, but never got far due to my grandparents cutting it back with every visit. They loved my father don’t get me wrong but something happened after he died, they just… shut down.

Maybe that’s the reason they're so irritable now. I still cry over the littlest of things. But he was gone now. As much as I hated to admit it he was, and all I could do for now was live and let die. No matter how much grieving it caused me. “I miss you dad… I wish you were here with me... “ I muttered, the words rolling off my tongue like i’d said them a million times before. And the cold truth was that I had.

So I said goodbye to the sweet smell of lavender, the one my father adored so much, and I lit a candle beside his grave. I would be back, I knew that, but every time I leave it feels like a part of me stays here with him.

Which in the round of things is good, it means not only does he stay with me but a little piece of me stays with him too; and I couldn’t ask for anymore than that.