I found this recently and felt like posting it. It is March, the month my father fell ill in 2006. Less than 4 weeks later, he was gone. This picture was taken about one hour after he had been buried. We had all gone to lunch and then come back to visit the grave. It's quite an amazing photo, taken by my older brother. To the far left is my daughter's former boyfriend (who was very much a part of the family though they split within a year of Dad's death). My brother's fiancé is sitting on the ground. L-R standing: my daughter-in-law, my oldest son, my daughter behind me, Me, my youngest niece (at the time), my husband, and my youngest son behind his father. Whew. Hard to look at this and not feel that day all over again.