Dad stayed in the car while I walked across the expanse of grass. Touring graveyards has to be hard. His 60th reunion program indicated that it would be his last.
I am glad I am with him.
Alone, I stood at the foot of the grave of my great grandfather. The man whose scowling photo frightened me as a little girl.
Thomas Jefferson Watkins.
And, I shuddered. It was another sign. To keep trying. Just when I needed it.
It will make sense to everyone someday, but for now, it is enough that I see it.