Therapy

Sam visited the grave twice a month and left fresh flowers. It was not one of his relatives . In fact Sam didn't know the person. It had started two years ago. Sam had had a terrible day at work and he was not ready to bring this mess home with him. So, he just drove around until he suddenly found himself in this cemetary. He got out of car and walked around. There was something about this particular tombstone that made him stop. He stood there for couple of minutes and then just started to tell all about that horrible Day. It was not just talk one might have in one's head. It was solid, loud speach. He talked and talked. He could not stop. Two hours and rough throat later he abruptly stopped, bid goodye and walked back to his car. He felt free. He was sure he would never come back here but a week later he was there with a bunch of flowers. Noone knew about this, not even his closest friends, nor his wife. It was his weird secrets that made him feel better. The only place where he could be himself and talk out everything that eats him alive. He was sure that noone would understand it. It's been two years now, but he still comes here. Sam has changed, looks healthier and happier.