Happy 26th, again.
The deceased doesn't age. It's my fifth year visiting you, and finally I followed the GPS right enough to not go into any detour. The same headstone, same ladder. And I still got the level wrong. Don't suppose you will blame me for it. A little more sentimental this year, cause unknown. Maybe it's puzzling how among the three of us, one best friend got married at the same place and the other is now resting in there forever. We, or rather I talked, played some music I have been listening to. Did the usual thoughts wondering what life you will be leading if you were around. Full of possibilities when everything is in imagination har. The columbarium feels peaceful and filled with love when I paid more attention today. Many left precious momentos for their loved ones - faux flowers, cross stitch, photos, fake spider and scorpions, magnets of macdonalds and cute offerings. And I want to offer you the prettiest dried flower among all, cause you deserve the real beauty...