Today is the 17th anniversary of losing my Mom and apropos to the way I feel, it is a gloomy, dreary day.
My Mom always hated the month of March because she lost her mother in March and whatsmore, she said it is just a depressing, dark month. How ironic that she left us in the month she so disliked.
I have always taken my boy Chaps 
with me to any cemetery visits. He sits in the car watching me as I pay my respects and love to my departed relatives.
He got a little nervous when we first got in the car, thinking we were off to the vet again, but once he figured it out he was my serene comfort on the way home.
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