The breeze is cool this morning, but the sun is shining and the snow is melting. Today was the first day in months I was able to get to Koen's grave at the cemetery. His stone has been covered by a deep blanket of snow. There is something about physically being able to touch the place where his little body lays. His tiny casket rests directly under his headstone. I lovingly rub my hand over his name, it's as close as I can get to touching him. I have missed that.
I am Jackie.