I pay my friends a visit when the seasons change. I bring my flowers, give my respects, then GET OUT OF THERE. I'm at the age where I can't go to the cemetary without stumbling over someone's tombstone that I knew. It's going on 12 years for my bro, 6 for my sis, & it's like talking to a rock at this point in time. Talk about drinking triggers! WS, when your'e ready to go back ,YOU'LL KNOW.