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My friend Shirley's mom died of cancer 3 years ago. I remember how much I wanted to go to her funeral. I wanted to be there for Shirley. I wanted more to go to a real funeral. I remember asking for permission but she said "no." I guess it wasn't appropriate. I didn't want to impose. But I was so damn curious.

Shirley asked me to go visit her mom's grave last year. I remember being really excited, like going on a first date or something. Finally going to a cemetary with a real purpose. But Shirley's mom was cremated. They burned the dead. All she had was a little plaque on the wall in a little building away from the beautiful graves. I was kind of disappointed.

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