He knelt on the grave. “I won’t forget what I learned the last time I lived.”

“Who was he?” 

He turned and looked up at the woman standing with him.

“Ummm,” He thought about what he should say. He couldn’t tell her he was once the man in the grave. He said the only thing he could think of. “He was my grandfather. I never met him.” 

The woman named Lynn looked at him. “ Why have you never come here before?”

The man named Newt looked at her. “No reason.”

“But why now?”

“I felt like it was time.”