I find myself once again placing flowers on a grave. The year is 1995. I have seen many things in my long years. It is hard to believe I have lived only one lifetime with everything that I have seen. I have had to say farewell to many that I held close to my heart. I know now they will always be with me. This year the painful walk to the cemetery was made by myself. I am usually accompanied by a dear old friend, and for the first time in forty-eight...