Monday, March 17, 2003
I went to visit my grand parents' graves at the weekend.
It's strange - I drove over 300 miles to look at their stones, a physical representation of who they were. As I stood there reading the inscriptions, I wondered what this visit was all about. Physically, I was a lot closer to them, but I hadn't really got any closer to them. That's the point of death isn't it - they're not there any more.
Anyway, I went down there with my dad and it was nice to reminisce about them with my dad - they were good people.
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