He walked through the grounds of Elmwood Cemetery, alone.
He did this often, visiting friends and family, but mostly his wife. Outliving them all had never been his intent. Yet, as his wife had often said, he never did know when to quit.
In his hand he carried a brown bag, his lunch. When it was nice out like this, he liked to eat with her. Like the picnics they used to take.
After sweeping the leaves off her grave, he sat down on the concrete bench nearby and started into his lunch.
“Love, for all Eternity” read the inscription on their shared head stone, and he still meant as much as ever.
He ate his lunch and talked with her, after which he felt himself getting so very tired.
Maybe he just rested his eyes for a moment he’d feel better.
When he opened his eyes, his wife was there, holding out her hand. She looked just as beautiful as the day they were married.
He took her hand and stood up, all the weight of age leaving his body.
“I’d hoped when I went it would be like this.”
“Like what?” She said with a sweet smile.
Elmwood Cemetery is the city’s oldest functioning cemetery, as well as the most historic. It has a mass grave of yellow fever victims, former mayors, even outlaws and madames. But, it is also one of the most beautiful places in the city, with monuments dating back almost two centuries.