One month later …
It had been over a year since I last visited the Rumsfeld City Cemetery, but it looked not much different from the day of Thomas’ funeral. Rows and rows of headstones of various shapes and sizes stood like soldiers on either side of the twisting, winding path that took you through the entire cemetery. A few trees were planted here and there, offering some shade from the hot Texas sun. Some of the headstones dated from the founding of Rumsfeld, while others looked like they had been set just yesterday.
The last time I had been here was over a year ago, during Thomas’ funeral. On that day, it had been dark and raining, forcing all of the attendees to bring raincoats and umbrellas. Today, however, the sky was clear, the sun was shining, and a warm breeze was blowing throug
