creep back to your hole
dry those sad crocodile tears
remember your lies
The ashes of my father-in-law have finally been laid to rest. It’s been two years since he died and it’s nice to know that his remains are in a nice place. He’s now at the Sacramento Valley National Cemetery in Dixon. It’s a quiet place, almost in the middle of nowhere (apologies to anyone who might live in Dixon). It’s peaceful and clean. A good last resting place.
I have words about our last moments at the cemetery but I will leave that for a private post just in case the person in question happens upon this. Then again, I almost want the person to read what I have to say because then it can be out there for all the world to see.
But I won’t.
All I will say is that the poem above is reaction to those last moments at the cemetery.