She questioned me once again, "why do you pray for snow?" I knew, but didn't say... Though her feelings couldn't be hurt any more, memories of her would never fade. For on the day we married it snowed. There was snow again when we received our first born. A son. It seemed that we had snow for each mile stone in our lives... And now you ask, "why do you pray for snow!!" If I could I would tell you Dear. But from where I stand, and where ever you are... God, if only you could hear! Anyway, I need a healing snow, to sooth the loneliness, cover the hurt, and your grave... There, I told you, now you know. Bob-