It's amazing how a situation can make you so sad, yet so cleansed at the same time. On Mother's Day, My mom, my sister and I visited our Grandma's grave. Everytime I've been there, I cannot shake that feeling I had at her funeral. How I felt like we were leaving her there, and how unfair it was that she had to be taken away from us so abruptly. Her headstone is finally in, which made the visit all too real now. Seeing her name engraved in the marble made it even more emotional. I had to trace over her name and the words with the tips of my fingers to make sure I wasn't dreaming. We all paid our respects privately, and in our own ways. As My mom and sister spent there time alone, I began to walk around. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty reading the markers along the way. I felt like I was invading someome's privacy somehow. Some headstones had photos of those that had passed away on them. They looked so vibrant and happy. Then I read the ages, and I couldn't believe how young some of these people were. It was so emotional. It was as if I could feel what those loved ones felt when they lost this special person in their lives. I could feel their sadness, their anger, their celebration of life. It's amazing how emotions can run hot and cold, and how they can be transfered to others. I guess that's what makes us more real. More human.