A year ago tonight I snapped this iphone photo from the cemetary where a family member is at peace. I remember the passing thought that it can be a lonely place, but this photo confirms the opposite. Our beloveds who have crossed over can never be alone with trees full of prosper, a soft and colorful sunset, a drifting cloud, and a bright crescent moon. And I trust that the spirits of those we miss most are communing with it all. They are never alone. Maybe that thought can help those of us left behind feel less that way. Maybe.