It's been rough, I won't lie. Some days I have it together, and other days I don't. But everythign was going good until someone asked me this question that I am so sick and tired of.

"What are you going to do with your dad's ashes?"

For the love of God, I am so sick and tired of hearing that question. Everybody who asks that keeps telling me, more like demanding, that I bury my father's ashes. They won't even entertain the thoguht of spreading them. WHY CAN'T THEY TRY AND UNDERSTAND THIS?! MY DAD DID NOT WANT TO BE BURIED!!!!!!

The idea of being sealed in a box and buried underground scared the living crap out of my dad. I know he's dead now. But everyone keeps acting like his last wishes don't matter. But doesn't anyone understand? My dad wanted to be at home, with his family. Even in death, he didn't want to leave mom and me! He wanted to be with his family! WHAT'S SO WRONG WITH THAT YOU RIGHT-WING, SHIT EATING, SO CALLED CHRISTIAN WHEN YOU'RE NO WHERE NEAR CHRISTIAN HYPOCRITE MOTHER FUCKERS FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND?!

He wants to be home, and he is. End of story. You don't like it? Then never talk to me, and make sure I don't shove my foot up your ass as you leave me and my family alone.