The man who found Rick called and asked if I could tell him where he was buried because he wanted to bring flowers. . I offered to meet him at the cemetery, which I did do on Sunday. He was hispanic and even though he spoke english very well, I knew there would be a language barrier so I asked my hispanic friend to go with me. He was such a kind man. He said his mother's church in Mexico had a special mass for Rick. He wanted nothing from me, except to know where the grave was so he could pray for Rick. If it weren't for this good man, I would still be wondering and waiting to bring Rick home. I gave him a special rosary my Catholic friend gave me and a silver belt buckle with an engraving of two men, shaking hands. I hoped it would symbolize the connection he had with my husband. I'm so overwhelmed by how kind a perfect stranger can be. When he told me how sorry he was, I could see in his eyes just how much he understood my loss. We stood at the grave and he prayed in spanish and it was beautiful. It helps to remember people like this when the world beats us up, and some of our closest friends avoid mentioning our loved one's name. Remember that some people do care and that in a country far away, Rick was remembered by a whole church full of people. The amount of comfort that gives me is indescribable.