Yesterday, Richard and I went up to Wakefield, Quebec, to visit his mother. We picked her up and went for a Sunday drive to Fieldville, where Richard grew up and where his grandparents and aunts and uncles are buried. We walked around that old cemetery and some of the headstones had aged so gracefully. I wish I had brought a sketch pad with me. It was a warm, windy day and there was something very moving just being there and standing on that ground.