Dream: Around 11am this morning. (I was out late last night).
I was at the house where my stepfather died. My little sister was there too. It was a few months after the incident. My mother never removed the hanging body. The garage door kept falling apart and I was trying to fix it so Megan did not see her dad. I managed to keep the corpse from her view some how and convince her to go back inside the house.
I kept thinking what the hell is my moms and uncles and everyone's fucking problem - Why are they keeping him rotting in the garage and everyday I have to hide my sisters eyes. Why don't I just do it myself and call the coroner.
And I wake up with a jump and gasp as I so often do because my dreams can be so lucid and intense. And immediately it dawned on me. This year will be a decade and he still does not have a gravestone. No one ever got him one. I always wanted to, but my mom, uncle, and "step" grandfather constantly swore the plans were in preparation. I still see no grave marker. Maybe this will close the horrible emptiness if I did it myself and got him a stone with the basics. Nothing fancy, but a memorial of sorts. So now I shall search for prices and details.
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