Dudley had often thought back to that day but for all of his staring at that fateful spot – he could never relive it. Never relive the unfettered joy as his ear hair wafted merrily in the breeze like Spring’s first shoots or his joyful bounds around the garden, as happy and playful as any of God’s creatures. Now…nothing… only emptiness where once had been rapture, and the brash comfort afforded by his favourite leather chair. No. The bone had gone, he would never remember where he buried it.