I guess we're the ones who knew Heidi the best. As I look over the moderate sized grouping that is gathered around the open grave, I see some of the p...eople who meet my gaze and smile or wave. I can feel their sympathy and I smile in response to their projected condolences.I also see others, mostly men, but a few women who are afraid to meet my gaze and furtively look in any other direction other than towards me. I wish there was some way for me to let them know that my enmity towards them died. Remember that worrying won’t ever get you anywhere,? he said and walked out the door.I just lay there absorbing everything he said. I wished I could just roll into a little ball and cry but I was strapped down and I just felt the tears collect and slide down the sides of my face. The nurse came in, but she didn’t say anything. She just emptied out my catheter, checked my blood pressure and left.There was nothing I could do but fall back asleep. The next time I woke up a tall, skinny man walked. And a Monday, of all times, if you might believe it. I had trouble finding a parking spot, for it was a college town, and new to me, though I lived fairly close. We had talked on the phone, chatted about the usual things that one speaks of when getting to know another, and had decided to meet. We first spoke on a Sunday, I believe. We met that Monday. Was it quick? Yes. Do I regret it? Not one single bit. I finally found a parking spot, thanks to her direction, the city being what it was, a. ”“I have a feeling he’ll figure that out,” Dean muttered under his breath. “When are you off on this adventure?”“I have a flight this afternoon. Like, can I have some money?”“Of course, sweetheart. Take what you need from my wallet on your way out.” Dean knew she’d take it all. That’s why he never kept more than a couple thousand dollars in that wallet. And credit cards she could sign on. It kept the expenses down.“Reba Smith?” the TSA agent asked looking at her ticket. He was jetlagged, having.