Stephen was my twin and he died 50 years ago. Yesterday I went to his grave for the first time in 10 years. It was a long trip but I'm glad I went because it did give me a sense of closure. I told him, as in out loud, that I would not be coming back again but that one day perhaps we would meet up along with our parents.
The strange and slightly spooky part of the day was walking away from Stephen's grave back to my car knowing that I wouldn't ever make the trip again but then hearing children's laughter as they played in the school playground opposite the church. It was just as if Stephen was saying goodbye!