The graveyard was creepy. There were rows of tombstones; some were crumbling away, some were overgrown with weeds, and some were recent. Graveyards made me feel really uncomfortable, but this was the only way that I could talk to my mother.
I rarely visited my mother's grave because of my fear of graveyards and because there was still a part of me that blamed myself for her death and felt like I didn't deserve to visit her. But I needed her now. Today, my fear of graveyards was the last thing on my mind. Today, I just wanted to talk to her about all the crazy stuff that has happened over the last couple of weeks.
Huh, I thought. I could not believe my life had turned upside down in just a few weeks. It felt surreal--like it was a dream.
It was disturbingly quiet when I stepped foot in
