Buried.

Yesterday I worked for half a day and then took the rest off to be with Drew. His 33 yo cousin's funeral was yesterday, she lost her battle with cancer last week.

I had met her one time, briefly and just before she was to be moved to hospice. Drew hadn't seen her in a while but they shared fond memories of growing up together.

I held his hand as tears streamed down his eyes during the service. I was so touched and honored to be apart of his life in this moment and to offer him some strengtg as he has so much over the past year and a half for me.

Her burial was at Memorial Gardens cemetery, the same place my beloved Grandy is laid to rest along with Mommy, Papa, Aunt Cora, Aunt Patsy and Uncle Jack.

I meandered towards their graves as we were waiting for the hearse to arrive. I had been at this place too many times for funerals but never seen all the graves of my heritage laid together.

After the service Drew and I walked to where Grandy was buried.... he still has no marker on his grave. As we walked around trying to figure out which unmarked spot held his remains I lost it.

I couldn't fathom knowing his body lay feet beneath me. Knowing I was physically so close and couldn't touch him.

I have often had nightmares about what state a body/casket would be so many months after being put in the Earth.

Yesterday it hit me all to real and all to fast that I was without him.