I walked into the woods like I have a dozen times before. This time feels different. Something is missing or maybe it’s someone … you.

The morning dew had begun to appear on the low hanging leaves. The smell of rotting timber and mud filled my nose. Some would be repulsed by these smells and the elements but not me. This smells like home. This smells like my childhood. This smells like many adventures I shared with you.

A light drizzle began to fall as I approached the spot. Not much forestry above to avoid the rain. As my clothes dampened, I began to realize this spot is where you spent your last moments. What were you thinking? What could I have done different? What was the last thought that crossed your mind?

I have always had a morbid courosity with death. What comes next and whathaveyou. This was the natural order of things but it doesn’t feel right. This was too soon. I feel cheated. You took it upon yourself and now we who remain must suffer.

Look at me… making this about me like I always do.

I knelt on the muddy ground and tried to balance my knees on some twigs to avoid complete saturation of my pants. No such luck. I hadn’t planned what I’d do when I got here. Would I say a prayer, would I cry, instead … I find myself staring. As I stand up I hear the distinct sound of snapping branches. Is that you? Is this a sign? No, I conclude … you’re gone , a memory in the woods.