day 10909: friday the thirteenth.
It was cold for an early October day. It had snowed the day before, and the bare hill top provided no respite from the chill of the wind.
People huddled in groups. For warmth, maybe for comfort; I do not know. Little was said and what little said was hurried.
Flowers tossed, goodbyes whispered, we walked away and prayed that she at last had found peace.