I hate visiting the graveyard to visit relatives.

I hate that a person who was once so close and loved by me is now just a slab of marble in rows upon rows of almost identical graves.

I hate that I neglect to think of them most the time until we stand in that cold graveyard on that cold hillside.

I hate that we only visit on 'special occassions'.

/>I miss you, Grandad, and I'm sorry for not talking to you as much as I could. I know you're always around, but I'm so sorry I only use the graveyard as an excuse to contact you. I love you.