Biggest obstacle right now is trying to get them to remove the Pokémon Go stop at her graveside. I just try to do what I would want someone might do for me. *i fix the flowers and usually end up with a halo around the stone rather than a reusable flower holder. There were Polaroids once and those immediately go in the ES Creep catalog. The pebbles and rocks are put near her somewhere safe. The only things that are saved are: money (that goes into a jar for victims of DV), and things a lawnmower might not like to drive over. I don’t even like calling her that name that isn’t hers, but if that’s what it takes for people to remember, I guess. Still, that kind of thing gets me even today. Today I know that a great many of them were simply with a non-custodial parent, and some had run off with their boyfriend or girlfriend. It was such a strange feeling - that there were kids like me out there who, for one reason or another, had simply slipped through the cracks of our society and disappeared. I was too busy for that, but I never forgot. They always piqued my curiosity, but smartphones weren’t a thing, and when I first began noticing the posters, my family didn’t even have home internet - so, if I wanted to learn more, I’d have to remember the person’s name and possibly do some legwork. I specifically remember seeing them at Sam’s Club circa 1993-94, and when I went to fill out an application for my learner’s permit in 1999. I would read the descriptions and wonder what that kid’s life was like and where they were now. It was the missing-persons posters (kids, generally) that could be found on the walls of department stores, bulk-food stores, government buildings, etc. For me personally, it wasn’t really any one case.
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