He didn't need to be here, as his solemn gaze turned to look down the row of broken headstones and weeds that grew in the cracks of the pavers. He didn't need to be here, he told himself as he rested a light fingered touch on one of the jagged rough headstones. How many years ago had it been broken ...chipped.?
Pausing, he knelt down in front of the marbled base, his fingers tracing in the lines that bespoke the name and dates of birth and death.
"Joshua..." he whispered the name touching a cord in his memory. It had once been a fairly common name, then ...like many things, it became less and less so.
