It can be awkward if you haven’t been there in a while. At first, I need to orient myself to the right marker. Then I gaze down at the names. I recall the faces. I study the dates…my how long it has been. I look up at the clouds and think about the image, the picture…but seriously, why did I come here? I look back down. I silently utter words of endearment, but they are awkward after all because I haven’t uttered them in a while. I purposely refocus in earnest and tell them I love them. I give the Mother’s Day greeting and I give a heart felt thank you. I scrape some tried, dead grass off the marker. I walk back to my rig, feeling more fragile, more vulnerable. I miss them.