My father is also buried in Kentucky, far from where I now live. If his grave was near-by, I would visit it, but I don't think who we really are has much to do with our bodies. I sat with my Dad as he died, and it was incredible to me how one moment it was my Dad lying in that hospital bed, and then he took his last breath, and there was no one there anymore - just an empty shell that had once housed my Dad's spirit. I think of my Dad everyday, so its not like I need to go to his grave to remember him or something, but I'd do it to honor his memory, if you can see the difference. I sometimes walk in cemetaries just to meditate. Our lives are all so short really, and sometimes I need to stop and remember what's really important. I loved my Dad alot.
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