I know why he goes to the Powell Cemetery on Grapevine Mountain. Why he thinks and prays and sits alone with everything that was<\/em> and will be<\/em>. <\/p>\n I know because he told me. <\/p>\n
Pa spent the day on the mountain. Fixing his mother’s grave. His hands have kept it from sinking…for years. <\/p>\n
No one knew where he was. A man of 70. Of five heart attacks and so much more.<\/p>\n
Ma worried. She wrung her hands and waited. When he came home she asked him where he’d been? Why was he up there? All alone? <\/p>\n
Something could have happened. No one would have known.<\/p>\n
“I wasn’t alone. All my family was there.” <\/p>\n
He should know. He was the one who buried them.<\/p>\n
Pa doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t build coffins. Not anymore. But he builds the graves to put them in. He does it because no one else will, and because people deserve to be laid to a real rest\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6in a family cemetery\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6.where family do it all. Pa\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been doing it since he was twelve.<\/em> (WTGWM)<\/a><\/p>\n I know why he goes to the Powell Cemetery on Grapevine Mountain. Why he thinks and prays and sits alone with everything that was<\/em> and will be<\/em>. <\/p>\n I know because he told me. <\/p>\n
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