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.

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