Sleeping With The Dogs
It’s strange standing here at mom and dad’s graves, even stranger having to scale the cemetery fence after hours just to tell them goodbye. I never said goodbye when I left, over a decade ago now. Goodbyes seemed like the least important thing at the time. Better late than never I guess.
My mom had a saying back then, Sleeping With The Dogs, which meant being in the doghouse, which is where I’ll be if I don’t move along soon. I don’t want to be seen out here, it just wouldn’t be good.
I never really wanted to come back to Clarkston, but when I found out about the accident, a head-on collision with a semi, what a way to go, I had to come. I had to pay my respects. I had to say goodbye.
I’ve only been back a few hours, and in a few more hours I’ll be gone aga
