A cold rain began to sprinkle on Robert and Angela as they climbed out of his car. A cold front was passing through, probably the last one until next winter. Nearing the tidy joint headstone, Angela frowned as she tried to remember the last time anyone had come here. Janice kept her so busy and always told Angelica that she should visit. It must have been only Robert maintaining their graves all this time.
Angela removed the few scattered leaves and placed the flowers in the vases in front of her grandparents' names. Robert looked on as tears streamed down his cheeks. Angela grasped his hand, trying to will comforting thoughts through her touch. The old man broke down. He pulled his daughter to him and cried into her blouse. Angela was stunned. She'd never seen her dad cry before. Robert
