Nothing in particular

Well, I finally saw Andy's burial plot this weekend for the first time since he died. I have to admit that it was something I was putting off and really didn't want to do. Mom has been there several times, but I could just never bring myself to do it. I didn't even go when they put his ashes in there. I'd already said my goodbyes, as much as I could anyways, and had no desire to spend the day crying. Maybe that's what I needed though...a good cry. I held back the tears this past Saturday when we saw it, although they were right there on the verge. I do feel a small sense of peace. I'm sure that will change from day to day, but for now I'm ok.