His wedding.
His children.
His growing older.
I had been wrong.
Not completely.
That evening, Sadie and I talked until the light outside began fading.
Nothing was fixed in one afternoon.
There was anger to work through.
There were questions she couldn’t answer, and years we couldn’t get back.
But before I left, she gave me her number.
Then Beau asked if I would visit again.
“Yes,” I told him.
“As soon as you’ll let me.”
The following Sunday, I went back to Caleb’s grave.
This time, I wasn’t alone.
Sadie stood beside me.
Beau held my hand.
Jasper lay in his usual place beside the headstone.
I touched Caleb’s name and smiled through tears.
“You really could have found an easier way to introduce us.”
Jasper lifted his head.
Beau giggled.
And for the first Sunday in three years, I left the cemetery carrying something other than grief.
