Vigil

Do you remember when I finally got the courage to drive out to the Devon Bridge and sort of stumble around on the bank of the river where we spent our last day?? It was one of those perfect summer nights. The valley looked so beautiful, like you had spruced it up, just for me. I gathered all the rocks I could carry (and soon will throw them off the other bridge we went under) and went home and held the most pathetic little vigil for you. There was a candle, your gorgeous face on your memorial card, and a bunch of rocks. I listened to City And Colour and cried until my eyelids almost swelled shut. In the background was the squeaking of this poor little mouse that had snuck under the patio door. He was stuck to a trap and I felt so sorry for it so I asked you to come and take care of it. (I was afraid to touch it while it was still moving). You were sooooo good with animals. You had this connection with them………… (we don’t need to mention what that has evolved into……….)