Monday, December 5, 2011
I went to the grave today to put the wreath on it. I hate going to the cemetery. I know that he's not there and it just breaks me heart to see our names on the headstone. It shouldn't be this way. Young people aren't supposed to pass away. He wasn't supposed to pass away. It's just not right. I wasn't supposed to bury my husband at such a young age. He is supposed to be here with me celebrating the holidays. It's just not fair.