Thanks, as always, for remembering Vince. I went to the cemetery with my mother-in-law, my sister, and my 15 yr old daughter. It was hard but it is always good to remember him.
The cemetery is over a hundred miles from where I live, so I don't go as often as I'd like. Which is probably good. Everytime I go, I have to keep myself from just lying face down with my head on the flat tombstone and trying to wish him alive, somehow. I don't tell anyone that . . . I mean, how it feels to be there, how much it make me want him with me again. I know he's not really there, but . . . well, it's hard. I just don' think people outside of those here on the forum will really understand. I've never gone there alone, which is probably a good thing.