Having said that , may I tell you about my worst trigger yet? It was the cemetery. I drove by our country cemetery and burst into tears. I just remembered our burial plan. We were to be cremated and have our ashes spread amongst the grape vines of the hilltop vineyard where we exchanged our wedding vows. We loved the idea of happy folks drinking in our souls in a bottle of wine. Ashes to ashes, the cycle of life. The spot has a vista of the Napa Valley and is surrounded by roses and redwoods. I cried because I knew I would have to change my burial plan along with every other plan for our future.
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Me:38 H:39 MLC M:10 R:23 years D6 S3 Bomb: Easter, 2007 "Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day."
