The first piece of art is hung in the loft

Thanks, Puds!!!

It should have been an easy day. No stressful deliveries or work to be done, but I did have errands to run: P.O. Box, recycling, stuff to get at the hardware store, prescriptions, etc...

On my rounds, I passed St. Mary's (the cemetery, not church). Had to stop and see Richard.

I don't know if I can describe what if did to me. It has been long enough that I shouldn't be crippled by some random site of his mortality. But I was. I wept like a baby. 

I hadn't been past there since February 18th. I couldn't stop then. The drive was unplowed and there was no way to stop on Tucker Road, so I just slowed down and held it together.

I guess I am too old to get over it.

Missing Richard James Parker. 

BIG TIME!!!