Still in widow's weeds from my husband's funeral, I headed for the Cemetary. Helen, and Mr. Cormac joined me. Helen and I had prepared wreaths to lay at the graves.

While I was saddened at the deaths of mother, father, and Uncle Geoff, it was the loss of the children that was most difficult. Mr. Cormac sat on a bench and played a calming tune while Helen helped me lay the wreaths in place. I had a nice long visit with father and Uncle Geoff, this being the only place I had ever been able to make contact with them.

Mother, of course was a frequent visitor at the house, and the children were always about, so it was a short visit with them.
Uncle Geoff noted that the warmth that had so recently bathed the environs of Drakesheath seemed to be slipping away, and urged me to prepare for a darker turn of events. I told the family that as soon as it was warm enough to prepare the soil, William would be joining them. Only Uncle Geoff was worried by that, being aware of William's condition before he passed over. The children, naturaly, were over-joyed. Everyone was glad that Mr. Cormac was staying with us, and felt that it should become a more permanent araingment. Mother remarked that the blind often see more than others. (I can not disagree with her, in Mr. Cormac's case. He being quite perceptive.)

I felt much better, returning home than I had going to the Cemetary. I had been worried how they would take the news of William's moving on, but everything was fine. I felt so happy, I decided that we would go out for supper. We headed for the pub.