I stood, braced against the damp wind, wondering if there was anything left of the woman whose bones laid buried beneath my feet. If I were silent could I hear her whispering voice or smell her rose perfume. Was her spirit here with me or was she at peace in a place that we must trust is waiting for us? (October 5)

Imagine the scene below the ground. Roots invading wood and bone with little left to nourish growth.