I find myself awash in sad memories up here. There's Jed's grave. There's the tree Dad was leaning against when we found him after the stroke. There's the place the helicopter landed to take Dad & me to the hospital. There's the trailer where Mom spent her last days out of the hospital. There's where my tent was, the summer I helped to nurse her. My brother arrives every day alone, and walks away without Jed following him.