i just came home. i cried, i talked to him, i left a big white beautiful rose and 2 poems about him and to him. his ashes were spread under a beautiful tree, so i think of him as that strong tree, leaves fluttering in the breeze, i imagined the breeze was saying welcome my jinny. i feel better now i've been close to him and left his presents and my love.

jinnyann xoxoxoxo