Amy and I walk to the Cruz de Ferro (Iron Cross) together. It’s a tall wooden pole topped by an iron cross. Pilgrims usually bring a stone from home to leave there to represent leaving a burden. Today the air is damp and cold. Mist and dark clouds cover the sky and I like it. I don’t want sunshine. I want to feel the heaviness of the moment as I pull from my pocket a stone I picked up at Alto de Perdon where I forgave David. I slowly put it on a pile of rocks at my feet and touch it with my fingers, and whisper my final good-bye to David.