cemetery

I went to the cemetery today. I had been there twice before, but this was the first time I went alone. It was very hard, but it felt good to talk to Chris. I tried to not cry, but was horribly unsuccessful. I cried, I sobbed, I dripped tears on his grave. I tried to not be too negative, but I had to ask him why he didn't tell me. I always thought that he could talk to me about anything, so I just can't understand why he would keep such terrible secrets from me. I told him to take care of Aunt Barbara, and that she will take care of him. I know that he probably can't hear anything that we say or think about him, but I hope that he somehow feels the love that we have for him. Chris was such a remarkable man, and the world is a sadder place with his absence.