Pink Teddies

I went to stand by my friends grave today. Im never quite sure what the protocol for "grave-visiting" is. Do you... chat?! I tend to just hang out for a decent amount of time and just let my mind wander.
Anyway, I committed to the trip within fifteen minutes made it up the hill to the churchyard. Tied the dog to the church gate, and strolled over to the grave. I usually pick up a dead flower or leaf from the actual grave, just to hold. Its amazing how it helps. I stood, head bowed for perhaps 5 minutes, my mind playing over crazy times had just above the church involving a ginger and a 6 foot wooden ramp. My meanderings were suddenly pierced however, when I glanced down and noticed a, slightly faded, pink teddy bear wreath. A little unusual in memory of a 21 year old adrenaline junkie. I shrugged off this small nonsense however, figuring that Rodge would have probably loved the flowery ted.
After what felt like a very suitable amount of time had been spent 'hanging out' with Rodge, I gave the grave the little "see you later" smile, as if somehow the past few moments have been filled with 'seeing each other'. Turned and started to walk away. I look down and realise, causing a burst of laughter which was by no means suitable for a graveyard, that I had just spent quality time, with the wrong grave.
I'm pretty sure Rodge would have been pissing his pants at me. I know I had a good chuckle.
I guess the pink teddy bear makes more sense now!
I tell you what is amazing though, for my initial five minutes of blissful ignorance, I was quite sure I could "feel" the presence of my buddy.Incredible what a Placebo raw belief in a situation can cause.