Day Two Hundred & Thirty-Three. - Rest in Peace, Memaw. - It has been four years since I've visited her grave, I haven't been back since the day of her funeral, and every time I visit my parents I tell myself that I should visit her grave but I never do. This time, I did, my parents and I walked up to the grave yard and stood there for a couple of seconds. I had planned to sit there and just cry and talk with her but I wanted to do it alone. A few tears rolled down my eyes and I had to walk away. The fact of the matter is that visiting her grave made her passing away even more real. I think it gave me the closure that I needed and to be able to not feel guilty any longer. It didn't make it easier, though, and nothing ever will. There won't be a day that she doesn't cross my mind but at least now I can stop beating myself up about it.
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