A headstone in Our Town

<Photographs from last weekend's Geocaching expedition.>



Geocaching has taken us many places, but few as unexpected as this.

What you can't see in the photo, is the year they were married, 1985. But you can see from Mary's date of death that just six years later, she was gone. The newspaper merely lists that she died at home. A daughters name is on the gravestone, and I presume she has grown into adulthood and is a mother herself today as tucked behind the flowers is a printout of photograph of a young baby... with the caption "Happy Birthday Grandma from K_____".

But the detail that caught our eye was the ashtray... I wonder if Charles comes up here, has a few cigarettes, talks with Mary, and then goes home.

I know I would.

I'm glad I don't have to.