Visiting Graves...relations.

I was going to entitle this as "visiting my dead relatives" but I thought twice. Trying to be respectful and all that.

Brother died a year ago aged 50. He probably lived 150 years worth into those 50 though. Didn't go to his funeral and only got news of his death via sms whilst I was in work.

He's got a plot close to my stepdad, gran and grandad and my favourite aunt.

I don't really do the grieving thing because I've never felt loss in that way but I love goint to the graveyard to visit them all.

I know they're there under the mud and it's a bit grim but I can imagine them as skeletons but I take a fold up chair, a book and a blanket and I sit there smoking and thinking of the good times. There was a lot of good times with these people too...

My aunt had a massive part of my life, I idolised my criminal, jailbird brother and my stepdad was one of the nicest men one could meet.

My next visit will be between Christmas and New year. I've bought a garden gnome and a pot cat.

Nice to remember them relations by going to the graveyard and reflecting on the good times with them. Not many ppl in their graves get even that from their own living relatives.

I find the OP very meaningful.

In my late teens, I used to love graveyards until some random stranger told me I need to stop hanging out in them because I'm bringing spirits home with me.

I was quite insane at the time, and even though the doctors said it was drug induced, I'm still a bit apprehensive about going in them these days.

I'm currently grieving "The Good Place" of psychforums, but I dare not speak of it in case I get banned and those pearly gates reopen without me.

I almost always avoid funerals - even my dead boyfriend's.
For me, there was no point being somewhere uncomfortable (and with people) where I would have cried my eyes out the entire time.

I avoid commemorating people who've died too - aside from occassionally doing something to acknowledge All Saints' Day and All Souls' Day since I'm of Polish heritage.

Went to my brothers grave today. Really lovely day as well. Blue sky and a bit of sun. Felt more like an autumn day than a winter day.

The whole family's in and around the same area in the graveyard.

There's my bro, my dad, my gran and grandad and my aunt.

It's weird when you don't have anything to do with family and you only visit graves once a year, because you can see who's still alive and who's dead by just looking at the names on the headstones.

I was looking at my aunts grave and I was just thinking to myself how my uncle must still be alive when all of a sudden a voice came from behind me "he'll be here soon". I looked around and there was an old man. He was referring to my uncle so I stuck around for a bit and sure enough he showed up. He goes every day.

It'll probably be the last time I'll ever see him.

Sometimes I wish my S.O. had a grave plot in a cemetery, but then again, it's not like I would get to talk to him or feel his presence, so I guess it doesn't matter.