I don't know why, but I thought going to the cemetery would be... I don't know, therapeutic? Give me some closure? I haven't been there since well before I got married. Maybe staring at the headstones would make me feel better? Make me feel close to them? Make me feel like I'm with them?
I left school.
I got in the car, waited for the cars to pass, moving slowly so as to not slide on the slush. It was sunny today, so some of the snow was beginning to melt. Cars were going slightly slower. I followed them. I had to go around the block because of the way the car was parked, so the drive was taking longer than anticipated. I was alone.
I drove mindlessly, barely listening to the Christmas music that blared "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year." My mind wasn't really on Christmas. Just family.
As I drove, my thinking relying more on my emotions, thinking about how I miss…