...in loving remembrance.
Last week I was working on verifying and photographing each section at Wildmead Cemetery in order to update an interment list that will be posted in the new kiosk. When I came to the grave of John Hinkle and read the simple epitaph it saddened me in several ways. One: the stone was broken. Two: it was stacked, almost uncaringly. Three: I wondered when was the last time someone visited him - remembered him. So, today I can do that for him.