Last Sunday I made an unplanned visit to the memorial gardens in Ramona California where my dad was laid to rest almost five years ago. I brought a pretty folded flower to place on his marker ready and willing to say a proper goodbye. It was early, and the caretaker was not in the office to tell me where his plot was, so I walked around stepping carefully around the stone markers on the wet grass looking at all the names of loved ones who had passed on over the years. I could not find his grave after traversing all of the sections and was a little disappointed. Then, I thought to myself "well, at least I am in the neighborhood." I stood in the middle of the quiet cemetery and shouted " Hi Dad it's me! Wherever you are, rest in peace, and all of you other folks too!" Then I placed the flower right at my feet and walked away feeling grateful to be part of the living.