Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Ethan's Grave

I don't get to go there very often. It is in my hometown, so I get to visit anytime that I go home. Each time, it is a brand new pulling off of the scab, so to speak because I don't get to go that often. On Sunday, before leaving Ellijay, I went by to see him and to see the flowers that I had ordered. When I got there, I found flowers strewn all over the place, his toys that the boys had bought him missing and a crap load of beer bottles all over the place. I was so angry. Words can really not even begin to describe the way that I felt at that moment. I can't even be very articulate here, I am still so upset. I called my parents and they said that they would come and clean it up. I needed to leave to get back home because I had to work and Jake had school. I only got about 40 minutes down the road before I turned around and came back. I needed to clean it. I knew that they would do it, but I needed to, and I needed to do right then, in the rain. It just couldn't wait. All I could think was that he was my baby and this was something that I could do for him.

But, Dear Lord, I was pissed. I still am, to be honest. I just do not understand the fascination with getting drunk/high/stoned/screwed in a grave yard. The little f@#!ers were lucky I didn't catch them.


Gabbin' with Giff said...

I'm so very sorry about that. It's absolutely horrible.

Tonya said...

I would have been SOOO furious, too! I know you're glad you went back and took care of it yourself. I don't understand the fascination with graveyards...it's beyond me. Hang in there...


skdamato said...

Hello, I lost a son when he was 14. I too became frustrated when all the beautiful flower arrangements I bought him would wind up missing the next day/week. They were fake flowers so it wasn't that the caretakers removed them. I just prayed that the people who took them would learn something new about life from God's point of view.
It's been 12 years now, and it's still hard. Blessings to you.