EVERY YEAR ON THIS DAY, HE COMES TO THIS GRAVE—AND NOBODY KNOWS WHO TAUGHT HIM TO DO IT
I’ve worked maintenance at this cemetery for eleven years now. I’ve seen it all—grieving families, folks talking to stones, some even dancing between the headstones when they think no one’s watching. But nothing gets me like him. The yellow Lab with the purple vest. Every November 28th, right around noon, he shows up. Alone. Calm….