Today, I took a flower to John’s grave… or at least roughly where I think John’s grave is. The snow is so deep you can’t see his (temporary) marker and a sheet of ice prevented me from digging around too much. It felt good to take the flower and it looked pretty against the snow. So, I feel a little better now.
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About Mary K. Smith
I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
