One year ago we stood at your grave to say good-bye. I could not have imagined the loneliness of not having you present always. I have worked to stay joyful and move forward with my reading, writing and speaking. I remember things that have been hidden for many years and I cry or smile depending on my mood for the day. Today we celebrate labor day and I know you would have already called to see what I would be doing. I just look into the skies and seek your beautiful face in the clouds to lift away the loneliness.
Better Butterflies ! Seven Sights and Sounds 