Too Soon to say Goodbye.

The gravel crunch as I turned onto the road that weaves in between the headstones of many peoples loved ones. I wish I didn’t have to make the turn into the cemetery that is the final resting place of many friends and family.  Especially today he was too young, he had barely started living.

I hate returning home only to say good bye, I feel like the last few times I have made the journey has been for the same thing.  To say good bye, the tiny pink and maroon room of the funeral home full of people I know. All of us there again to let go of someone too soon taken. Hush whispers filling the room as we all catch up while still maintain the somber atmosphere.

It is draining, on my already fragile mental state. I don’t know what to do or how to say good bye yet again.

Don’t miss any of Bobbi Babbles crazy antics.Don’t forget to ask yourself “When did I go from a Kid to a Grown Up?”

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