when you miss somebody so terribly and you want

to go to visit their grave  but you cant remember

where or if they were buried and you dont 

remember which funeral home the funeral was at  

to even make inquiries.

Well thats the start to my story i guess.  See maybe to some I may sound crazy, I mean who would forget important stuff like that. Well i do.  Not because im crazy or anything.  I was too young.

When my dad died I was only about 8 or 10 yrs old

and even though i dont remember much of my childhood the day he died is burned in my memory and its like it was just yesterday.  I dont know maybe it was told to me many times over the years and that is why i remember it so clear.  Sadly over the years i lost track of my aunt jan (my dads sister) and i dont know where she is to find her.

Ill never forget that day though. I remember my 

mother didnt want me to go and my aunt jan told her yes let me go.  I walked up to the casket and kissed my dads cheek and felt so cold to me.  i told my aunt jan not to cry and i hugged her.  But honestly i cannot recall no matter how hard i try if we went to a cemetary after the funeral or not.