I was in town Friday and snuck down to see you Ben. It was just me and you...all by ourselves. That doesn't happen very often. I talked to you, cried over you and even lay next to you for awhile. (that is until an older man stopped in his truck, afraid that I had fainted or something because I wasn't moving) He moved on after he saw that I was okay...at least on the outside. I miss you Ben. I physically miss your being. I miss holding you, touching you, taking care of you. It still seems so surreal when I'm sitting at your grave, that this is my life now...without you in it.