Yesterday I went to your grave site for the first time since the funeral. I know that is probably bad but I haven't been able to even drive past it, let alone stop at it.
There were beautful roses left on your grave, I wonder who they are from but I think I have a pretty good idea. It was good to be there and felt peaceful. I could feel you. I wouldn't say I could feel you close by, but at least I could feel you. I talked with you for a while, could you hear me? Can you hear me? I have faith that you can. I wish I could talk with you though. I wish you would tell me what to do. I wish you could hold me and tell me everything is going to be alright. I miss you.
