Yet to Come.

The last place my love shall rest lies a bit further west from here. It's special to us, where we whale watched in patient silence as the sun went down. It's a place of absolute calm and purest peace; where alyssum burst and wave in soft, downy clusters in the cool, enveloping, reviving salt sea air. That is the place I take my mind when I allow myself to think of Henry. But at this moment in time, I cannot bring myself to let him go just yet, so his true resting place is here in the center of my heart. Yesterday, I thought I felt his laughter tickling my ear in the autumn wind.