This is the seventh birthday that had passed since you left Allan.  I sometimes wonder whether you see me down at the cemetry; whether you watch me from afar, or are you at my side, looking over my shoulder and making sure I clean your headstone properly...

I can see you sitting on that bench, with Fred sitting beside you, both watching me on my sad but oh so very important duty.  Maybe you bring others with you, to point at me and say "he is the only one who cared for me", and sending me thoughts of love and support.  

I don't do this out of anything else but love and admration for my lovely Allan; well maybe more than a little guilt to be honest. 

Once again, today I will be down in Barrhill doing what nobody else does.  Until the time when I'm not physically able to.