This past weekend, I went to a wedding. Makeup and panty hose in a dress. Then some one wanted to talk about Dwight and I just couldn't. I tried to end the conversation as quickly and politely as I could. I saved my makeup but wasn't as polite as I would have liked. I had thought about visiting Mom's grave as I was less than two miles from there, but I just couldn't do that either. I made it by Dwight's grave and did fresh flowers and we had a long talk. I think I needed it. I know no one will believe me but there were turkey tracks on top of his marker. I know turkey tracks when I see them and they were definitely there. I know I can't speed through this think called grief. I know it will take some time. Possibly a long time. I can't hurry it or pretend it doesn't exist. Sometimes I get a little crazy and ask for a sign that it's all gonna be all right. That's what those turkey tracks were. Then I felt a warm feeling almost like a hug. I'm sure it was the sun...but I'm not really sure.
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