I went to my parents' grave yesterday morning. My bro in law took me. It took a while to find, which I'll type up on another thread. But after both of us chasing around, he found it. I did fine, I'd been there before of course, was even right in contrast to the cemetery markers and the stupid computered map, which were obfuscating at the least, and worked on taking some possible photo when I had no clue with that camera. I sank down and sat in the grass when we finally found it.
I was calm.
As I needed to leave, bro in law moving to another grave he wanted to see..
I passed my hand over the tombstone.
And then I shattered.