So today I went to visit Eloara, my daughter who passed away 10 yrs ago at the age of 2. She is buried in Glendora, CA. The view as u can tell is awesome...

People usually make "friends" with other people mourning and you talk to each other and tell your stories about who you are visiting.

Today I met a older man. His story is still inside me and will keep there for awhile. May never leave and I will probably visit his love ones from now on.

I was going to not talk to him besides the curtious hello. But I decided to ask who he was visiting. The flowers where so pretty. I asked is it your wife? He said no. My daughter and my granddaughter. They were strangled 15 yrs ago. Then his mood changed. He then says..they never caught the person. I wanted to know who found them... I found my daughter and that was the worst memory! He says to me the fire department.. The killer set the house on fire and left. The neighbor called 911 because of the fire and then they found them. My body just shook inside. We talked some more. About how only time helps...but still yet..it's not suposed to happen like that... I wanted to hug him..but instead I gave him a handshake and told him I would see him next week.

I wish so bad that these things didn't happen. Life is hard sometimes... and sad...