When Jennie drags me up on those steep hillside cemeteries, she props me up with a stick to keep me from rolling all the way to the road at the bottom of the hill. I worry sometimes that she needs to use a stronger stick.
I can hear the conversation now..
Journiee - "What happened to Grandpa, Daddy?"
Matthew - "Gravity, Honey. Gravity finally got him."
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