My wife’s funeral was on Thursday and today I went to visit the grave. I had a complete melt down as I stood beside the unsettled soil. Should I have waited longer or is there never a good time to visit? So many thoughts other than those of pure loss such as did I pick the right place for he final rest. It is beautiful there, but always so many doubts such as because she was born in Germany should I have returned her there.
I also took one of her beloved German Shepherds with me. Some things make you wonder. He was quite unruly until we reached the grave at which point he simply lay beside it and sighed.