Till now.
2013.
You could say its been a horrible year. But then again, it started out near perfectly. All I do now is pray for it to be over. I've had enough of 2013.
We arrived at 1.30 and the weather was beautiful - Just enough wind and not too much sun. As always, I'm shocked to see your name on that cross. It's like I don't expect to see it there. Like this is all some big mistake. It takes me awhile to comprehend the situation.
And just as I do, my throat begins to close and my eyes sting with tears. So I busy myself with lighting candles and burning incense. We bring flowers and fresh water. We say the rosary. We talk about tombstone designs and columbariums.
I always feel bad when we have to leave. I say, perhaps more to myself than to you, that I'll come back. That I'll remember. That I'll pray. I never did it much when you were around, so its the least I could do now.
