John N died last December and I wrote about the visitation, but not the funeral. Having two funerals in the week was difficult and while I didn’t want to to forget what happened — I did want to write about it — thinking about it to write would make me sad. So, I gave in to not doing it
In June, I walked by the house we shared with the rest of the guys and I cried a bit. This week I stopped by the grave. So, now I am ready.
We drove west down the smalls road through the snow on the grey morning. Where two roads cross that are named only with numbers St. Patrick’s church stands in Kinkora.
