{"id":11160,"date":"2016-06-06T23:13:58","date_gmt":"2016-06-07T06:13:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=11160"},"modified":"2016-06-06T23:13:58","modified_gmt":"2016-06-07T06:13:58","slug":"six-years-in","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/six-years-in\/","title":{"rendered":"Six Years In"},"content":{"rendered":"

$\"Grave$ <\/p>\n

I went to the cemetery today to mark another year. It’s the most barren, godforsaken cemetery you could imagine.<\/p>\n

Across the way, there are great big headstones and grass, with benches to sit on. On our side, the side for indigents, there is no grass and no benches.<\/p>\n

You have to sit in the dirt, wipe off the flat gravestone, and pay your respects the old-fashioned way, on your knees, with tears.<\/p>\n

One year, I went to visit with my best friend. Have I told this story before? Anyway, it was around 100 degrees, the gate was locked, but a gardener for the Nice side let us in.<\/p>\n

The gravestone was dirty, with what we thought was a footprint. My friend pulled off her shirt and began wiping the dirt away. I was stunned to see her in the harsh sunlight, bending over in her black lace bra. I took off my shirt to help\u00a0 I will treasure her gesture forever and ever.<\/p>\n

Today we kept our shirts on, and my husband used some napkins to wipe the gravestone. It says “Max is King,” a proclamation he used to write over and over when he was a kid.<\/p>\n

My husband left a purple guitar pick and I left some stones I collected since last time. I almost forgot to show Max my new tattoo, but I remembered! It’s a piece of toast with butter, his favorite thing besides music.<\/p>\n

And I imagined I felt his pleasure.<\/p>\n

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Max is King.<\/p>\n

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