Today, My mind, body and heart feel very deeply a loss from eight and a half years ago. You might say that’s a long time to hold on to grief. But I am not clinging to grief, I have worked through it. I am holding onto memories. Memories of two kids who, 31 years ago,

February had some brutally cold days and I was not able to clean up the graveside for Les’ birthday until March. It’s been over 7 years. I still kiss the headstone each time I go, I still miss him and I still cry. But life continues moving. A few months after he died, I met