After closing the truck door, Ed turned to Joe. “How’re you feeling?”
Joe shrugged. “Fine. Glad that’s done.”
“Do you want to go straight home to rest, or are you okay with stopping by the graveyard?”
“Oh, yeah, the stone. I’m fine. Let’s go look at it before heading home.”
Russell, a man from the funeral home that had taken care of his father’s burial, had contacted Ed to let him know the grave marker was in place. After sitting with Bill and going through photo albums and listening to stories, his father no longer seemed like such a stranger. Ed felt ready to pay his respects with sincerity. Their relationship was less abstract, and it would mean more now than it would have done when they’d first arrived in Mayfield.
“You sure you’re up to it? I could drop you off, then go back out.
