The tiny baby in the picture wore a yellow knitted hat.

Paul had stood right behind the camera.

He took this picture while I was heavily sedated, right before he walked down the hall to pay Dr.

Evans.

I knelt on the damp green grass.

My jeans soaked through at the knees in seconds.

I laid the old photograph flat on the smooth top of the headstone.

I found a heavy gray stone near the concrete base of the marker.