It is September 11th, 2007. Six years. Rather selfishly, I just see it as a marker now, counting the months since Thomas died: 34. I visited the cemetery yesterday and noticed that the crab grass is thriving--we've had a hot, dry summer--and saw a fawn running along the fence. I don't think Thomas really cared about crab grass and he would have loved the deer so I'm not worried about it. I took a picture of his marker with my cell phone camera: it came out clearer than I would have thought likely.