Life is not fair. It is full of love and loss. My high school class lost too many people (way too young) to accidents, sickness etc., before we even graduated. We all felt pain at such a young age. One in particular struck me quite hard, I looked up to him, he was special, he was one of my best friends.
I would visit the grave yard he was buried in to put flowers on his grave and "talk" to him. I would also visit my grandmother's grave, whose grave was close to my friend's. Once I graduated I moved away so did not stop by at all.
About 3 years after I graduated I finally found to time to stop and visit both graves. My roommate, an out of towner, made the trip to my town with me. I told her I was going to stop and leave flowers and "talk" to my friend and grandmother before we went to my parents' house. I would have to say it was about 7 at night and the sun was going down.
I pulled up to where the graves where, my friend said she will stay in the car, and I made the short walk to my friend's grave. I kneeled down, placed the flowers, and started telling the stone my sob story of the year (breakup, abuse, new love, leaving the state). I started crying from the emotion I always try and hold in. I closed my eyes to say a small prayer before I stood up. After I prayed I felt heat (mind you it was a rather cold crisp fall day), and through my closed eyes I could see the it was brighter out. I did not want to open my eyes. As the light around me seemed to intensify, I felt as if someone walked up behind me and embraced me in a hug, a not too unfamiliar hug, but one I have not felt since I was in high school. The hug only lasted a few seconds, but once it was over my worries and sadness seemed to have lifted and the light died down. I then opened my eyes, stood up and walked back to the car feeling 100lbs lighter than when I walked in.
I got back to the car and my friend looked at me in shock. Her next words sent chills down my spine. "As I watched you talk to your friend I saw several glowing gold people surround you holding hands. Then a young man walked up behind you and knelt down and hugged you. Did you see or feel anything while you were there?"
Yup that confirmed everything I felt/saw through closed eyes. I have not been back to the graveyard in years. When I am in Michigan it's only for short visits with family. I never felt the need to go back, I know those I lost are around. I plan to go back soon to place flowers and maybe strike up a small chat with those I lost. <3