Today I am thankful for synchronicity and the opportunity to ask for help. We buried aunt Judy today. The cemetery is in my home town. It's the oldest private cemetery in Colorado. We buried her next to my great uncle, C. Ringling*. He died three weeks before I was born. Story has it that he ran away from the circus because he abhorred the way they treated the horses. He spent the rest of his life training them. If he were alive today, he'd be happy that the circus days of the past are no more. He's buried next to a baby named Susan who died when someone put a can of gasoline next to a gas water heater. For years, my mother would drink and cry about baby Susan. For her, the trauma of the loss of her niece never ended. I'm worried about my uncle. He looks so lost and distraught. He's an extrovert. I told him that he needed people. He said that he's tired of people and wants to immediately go on a road trip to find a cliff. To so...