My little cousin Stevie died from SIDS.
I think I was about five at the time, so that means Stevie would have been in his 40’s now- his eyes were blue.
So, I went to Stevie’s funeral and he was buried at the cemetery I would work at over 30 years later. Of all the graves of my family members that are buried there I could never bring myself to visit his.
Anyway, there is a point to these random thoughts.
When we were standing there around his little coffin, I remember thinking when I die nobody is going to put me into a box and stick me into the ground.
I decided at that moment I’m going to Triton when I die.
Its a darn fine plan if you ask me.


doesn’t look terribly exciting there though Anita, or do you plan to take entertainment with you?
ahem
😉
well it’s just that this came to mind you see…
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