The other day I went over to Richie's house (his grave - what an awful word..ugggh) Well, it is what it is.
So, we planted a Japanese Queen Maple right above where his headstone will be (haven't gotten the headstone yet). This tree is a weeping red maple and I suspect that when it is full grown, it will be a sight indeed. Anyway, during our most recent blizzard, I took a walk down to the graveyard and amidst the flurry of white-there stood the red maple, like a beacon.
The last six months or so have been so gray and foggy - it's been very difficult realizing Rich is gone. I keep hearinghis voice echoing around my brain, maybe he's trying to talk to me or perhaps I'm just trying to remember what his voice sounds like.
Merry Christmas Richie !!!
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