Today has the same chill to it as the one we shared a century ago. We shielded our fragile skin in scarves and mittens from the icy wind. In a mere heart beat, I came to the realization you were going to leave me all alone some day. We walked leisurely down Cardinal Lane as you puffed on your Parliament. We spoke of the world around us and how it would crumble. A conversation so vivid. I recall I asked you what you would want on your grave. You told me with solemn demeanor "Nothing, but a weeping willow." I should have left you when I had the chance. Now here I stand with a sapling in my hand.