I got married at the base of a waterfall. We used to go camping every anniversary at different waterfalls. I'd never heard of Stoney Creek Falls. Now I want to go see it.
I thought that the Roseville Livestock Auction had closed. Someone should find out for sure. I never go to livestock auctions.
Kim, I feel so bad for you. I'm glad that there are some things that you can do to make the day as happy as possible. Here is a poem, maybe it might ease the pain a bit.
Death is Nothing at All
by Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.
from the other Kim