The day my sister died 13 years ago. I visit the cemetery to place a wreath each year. Her husband and my brother are inurned there also so it's a difficult visit. She always walked looking down. My mom and her used to find change on their walks and buy coffees at the local restaurant. She also found lots of heart shaped stones. This one was near the columbarium wall. I left it as a sign of my visit like people do in cemeteries. It's been a hard week.
