If only...

Today we went to the cemetery again. As it will be All Saints Day soon we had to clean up father's grave, lay down some flowers, light candles and say a small prayer. Only I couldn't pray. The air was biting, my hands stiff with coldness. Aren't cemeteries inappropriate places to communicate with the deceased? Dear father, I think about you quite often. Your values are my yardstick. Sorry, but I couldn't say a decent prayer for you at the cemetery. It will be eight years soon since you died. You're in my heart though...