the only person who knows the real me is buried in a casket far below the ground. sometimes i go to the grave thinking he can hear me and i just sit there for hours and tell him of my life. the people i've met and the one's who i've yet to meet. do you think this is crazy of me? to have such a close connection to someone who is long gone.

It’s not crazy. There are two people that have long since gone that I talk to almost everyday. 

You’re keeping the connections you want and need to survive and I think that might be one of the few things in this world that makes sense.