He worked odd odd jobs when his health permitted, living in basic group homes and care facilities.

He remembered parts of his past, but could never pinpoint the exact town.

Nobody ever came looking for him because the family who loved him believed he was buried beneath a gravestone near their farm.

“When I finally reunited with him at the facility,” Christopher whispered, “he kept asking me if you were still angry with him.”

Martha’s eyes filled with hot tears.

“Angry about what?”