Today marks 500 days since my son John passed away. I was told that after 1000 days that life will start to feel normal again. I picked up the bottom stone beside the Rouge River when we drove him and his dog Jake, to Grant’s Pass, Oregon in 2013. The middle stone I picked up on the beach in Johnstone Strait, BC when Herb and I went sea kayaking for our 50th birthday and the top stone is one that I got at the grief workshop that I did back in May. The three stones create a cairn which hikers use to mark their trail.