A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetery gates.

I heard a commercial advertising a Wound Care center on the radio this morning.  It's strange how under most circumstances the body can heal itself.  Broken bones and torn flesh can mend.  Once healed - the wound is gone - the pain is gone.  Why don't our minds work this way?  Instead the mind actually picks our scabs, pours salt on open wounds.   Sigh.  

Missing my mom, missing Benjamin.

I need to get out of this funk.