A quiet spot for you

It's a beautiful, modest spot by the back fence of an old cemetery in the Mill Creek area of Salt Lake. You're right where you like to be, on the edge, observing. I actually thought my grief was over today but then we went downtown to a festival for Cinco de Mayo and got into the crowd. Remember how I said last year I don't like crowds anymore? For some reason that's when I feel the most alone; the most vulnerable, as though the people around me should know what I'm feeling! Now I miss you all over again. It's become a familiar, almost comforting ache. It's good to know you're still close enough to touch.