An Evening in the Graveyard

Last night my old friend from High school happened to come to town. He purposely got a layover here on his flight to somewhere else. It was so nice to see him. He and I and a couple guys we used to be good friends with right after he & I had graduated all met up for dinner. My old friend gave a cute little speech about us all being at different stages of our lives. Then afterwards he said we had to come with him for 20 minutes to do something important, but didn’t tell us what. So, we start driving and we pull up next to a cemetery. It was the one I used to go past every day on my way to and from school. My girlfriends and I used to walk through it if we were going to our one friend's house after school. We had a friend who died in a car accident when he was about 21 or so who was buried there. So, about 11:00pm, we stopped the car and parked outside the gates. We all walked in and then congregated around our dead friend’s grave. We talked about him and looked at all the stuff people had put there for him. It was weird, but at the same time… I had this little crooked smile on my face the whole time b/c it felt good to be there. It was like we were visiting him and hanging out with him again. There was a picture of him on the headstone and he looked so happy. I think my old friend had taken us there because he knew I am mourning my grandma this week and I needed this to help me understand what the grieving process is all about. I don't usually cry or show much emotion because I never understood what happens when someone dies...Why people go look at the dead body and why they put you in the ground and all that. But now, it kinda makes a little more sense.