Tombstone Tuesday - My Brother's Grave

Even though this picture features a person, more so than a grave, I felt it appropriate for Tombstone Tuesday, when I ran across it on my memory card just the other day.  Everyone who knows me knows that I always have my camera with me, and I randomly snap photos of even the simplest moments.  Here, on a ride out a few weeks ago (not the same ride I wrote about for Sentimental Sunday), I took my mom by the cemetery in Hampton where my brother, Arthur, is buried.  My mother was very reflective and was noticeably touched to be able to visit her son's grave site, even though she's now unable to get out to walk over to it.  This picture tells so much, and reaffirms for me, in yet another instance, that my mother, despite some occasional moments of dementia, is still herself and (as I already know, but others don't seem to), is not only a thinking person, but also one who experiences normal human emotions, whether she expresses them verbally, or not.

In this picture, Mary Yarborough gazes out towards the grave of her son (and my brother), Arthur Yarborough, Jr., (August 23, 1960 - April 6, 1984).