We headed to grave site late enough make sure we didn’t arrive with any chance of anyone else being there. I waited at the ready, hoping I would get a call, it never came, I knew I wasn’t wanted there. I didn’t want Megan knowing I was going – she was terrified of some sort of scene breaking out and her being blamed for it. When I had originally mentioned that I wanted to go to the service, she called me back a few minutes later crying, she didn’t want me to go, she was afraid she would get blamed for me being there…I told her that if I wasn’t asked to be there, I would go later on. I had even mentioned waiting until Thursday to go. I wound up telling her I wasn’t going to go so she wouldn’t worry herself sick over it.
In a round about way, I think the rain helped us. It had started raining heavily near downtown Atlanta. Traffic was bumper to bumper all the way past that point. What should have been a 30 minute drive from where we were at took over an hour. I think it was about 1:45 local time when we got there. The wind was really picking up and the ground was already muddy and wet.
All the beautiful pink flowers. I left Kasydi a pink Guardian Angel medallion with a note I had written on the back.
Kasydi,
You are loved and your Mommy is too.
Love, Grandma Leslie
I set it right next to a precious little white cherub. I let her know I loved her and that I would be back again. The lightning was starting to get close so we headed back to the truck.
We were going to grab a bite to eat at the Sonic on the way out, but I needed a potty break, so we swung around to the Backyard Burgers at the Sunoco.
The ride back was better than the ride there – more peaceful. I’m still waiting for a call.
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