"We are gathered here today to remember....."

He walks in with a mason jar full of ashes, I take it from him and hold it close. I close my eyes a little tear follows down my cheek I think how’s this possible. He was here one day and gone the next, I miss him so much. I didn’t bother to put shoes on, I walk out to the old barn and dig a very shallow grave. I get down on my knees and say a prayer for my wonderful friend. I place my note and the jar in the grave; I cover it up and sit there just listening to the wind in the trees.