Thursday, September 27, 2012


     Cemeteries seem like places elderly people stop to pay their respects. I certainly never imagined I would regularly visit a graveyard. Yet, here I am….towering above a small granite plaque; my eyes searching the sky for a glimpse of heaven. As the lump grows in my throat, tears seem to spring from an endless supply. My heart is heavy with sadness. Theresa….I love you….I miss you.