Went and saw grandpa today.
The name on the headstone, just to the right of his is my grandmothers, but I believe she has plans to be cremated, and when my grandfather passed, told people that I should take her spot.
I don’t deserve to rest with grandpa, though.
Uncle George is buried right behind him.
“Mijo…mijo c’mere chhh..shhh..Mijo…don’t let your mom know.”
And he’d give me and my sister a couple singles like it was a million bucks.
My knees really fucking hurt now and then, I don’t want to work til they hurt too much.
But meh.
7st in A Nice Dream On Elm Street
- June 8, 2026, 12:36 a.m.
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