breathe in the crisp cold air,
feel the bite of the hard frost,
take time to walk along the river bank,
before it gets light,
watch the mist swirl on the water,
and the sun come up over the trees.
a lovely bright sunny sky at the graveside,
and yet it all felt perfect.
" a reet good send off" as one of his friends said.
and now we try to adjust and move on......................