Grave

3 vets texted at once saying put her down.
We cant/ won't help.
She died in the mortuary chapel where the sun makes miracles of light happen reflecting stained glass, teaching me architecture art religion and miraculousness. Today the poppies that appeared when she died are almost gone and it upset me, then i saw a single poppy popping out of her grave.
I guess grief is a l9ng haul voyage