A Grave Walk June 18, 2014

 Today at the cemetery, I walked from my mother's grave to my father's.  In the past, with others, the distance seemed short, but today it was longer.   I don't remember when or why I began the practice of unconsciously counting steps when I walk.  But today I found myself counting every step, from one grave to the other and then back again to where my car was parked.  I can only speculate about next year.