The Dogwood

I'm very emotional tonight. Dear Mr. Burchfield worked in the backyard again today. He is cleaning it up. Something I can't seem to be able to do. It had to be done! He has taken out all of the azaleas, and now he has cut down the dogwood. It's kind of symbolic of our lives. There is no future. We are just living out the days we have left. I think we will just go to bed!