She entered the green space  crossed with neat grey stones, followed the perimeter for a while and then headed purposefully up an “aisle” towards a stone with a vase of yellow roses alongside.
She deftly brushed the autumn leaves from off the stone then stood motionless, almost to attention, looking lovingly down at the stone.

What did she see? What pictures moved slowly across her mind’s screen? Who was she remembering? How long was it? After a long while, she turned around and walked slowly to a conveniently placed wooden bench. She sank onto it, supported her head with her hand, and gazed into the distance…Where was she in those private minutes?
She did not appear to be crying. Was she praying? One thing seemed clear, she was powerfully alone…