No. I didn´t visit your grave today. I gave it some thought and figured that all that would come from it would be more tears. And I´ve cried enough for one day. You are always in my heart and in my thoughts, so in stead, I lit an extra candle in my home. And I stood a long time watching the moon over your house, wishing hard that you were still in it. I love you, darling dearest. And I miss you so much it hurts.

Susans grav är den enda jag besöker. De andra som fattas mig vilar långt härifrån. Jag tänder ett ljus även för dem och tänker på allt gott de gav mig. Det blir en kväll i vemod och varm saknad. Gott så.