Yesterday marks five years since my grandpa died, and he still doesn’t have a headstone because my grandma has yet to pay for one. Her reason? (I have a bad memory but) something to the extent of him having a headstone will finally make his death “real.”
I promised myself that if I ever won the lottery, the very first thing I’ll do is get the nicest headstone I can. It’s the least I can do to honor the greatest man I knew.