Citra Hill

'The rain stopped just long enough for us to walk up the hill.
We ruined our shoes in the mud and I believe one of the children slipped and spoiled thier pants.

We reached the top just as the first drop began to fall.
Stone on the ground. Stone in my heart.

I caught your eyes as we turned to walk back to the house.
I smiled as I passed you.

You will never know the tears I cried as I wiped the rain from my face.'

In loving memory of Papa