I hate going to Michael's gravesite. I don't feel like he is there and it just reminds me of his death and not his life. It's been a year and a half since his angel date and now I hardly go there even though my family does. A couple people have made me feel like I should be going there but its not like I'm forgetting him. I look at his scrapbooks and talk about him all the time and his pics are all over my house. I just don't like going to the cemetery. I hate thoughts about the day he died but I love remembering his silly cooing or his huge dimples, those are the important things to remember. Does anyone else have this problem?
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