I went to see Keith on Memorial Day. I don't usually go to cemeteries on Memorial Day. It's the rebellious streak in me. I am not one to be told when I should remember a loved one. I want to do it my way in my time. I know that's lame. But it's just me and I don't do it.
This year Keith has been heavy on my mind. I find myself talking about him more often which causes me to think about him more often which causes me to look for him again every time I see a guy walking down the street with his hat pulled low or skateboarding by with his shirt off. Yep. I still miss him in the silence between every heartbeat.
Tanna asked if I would go with her to the cemetery. We loaded up in the jeep, cranked up the radio and sat in silence while we drove to see my boy.
I go see Keith several times a year. Sometimes when I go there are little gifts left for him on his gravestone. This year someone had dropped of some flowers. I was a bit shocked. I don't think I have ever seen flowers on his grave. Usually it's a blue bandana or a penny or a pepsi. Not flowers.
I cried.
I was so touched by that simple act of love. I took the flowers home.
I know all the reasons why I SHOULDN'T have taken them. However, the reasons of why I SHOULD won.
I planted them in the little flower bed right by my driveway. EVERY SINGLE TIME I pull into my house I see Keith. I think of Keith. I feel Keith there.
The flowers are a little "bendy" right now. They'll snap out of it and flourish and will remain a reminder of a life that left us too early.
When you drive by my place and you see the brilliant white mums in my flower bed...join me and think of Keith. If you didn't know Keith. You missed meeting a shooting star. If you knew him? Well then, you know exactly what I mean.
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