Joe, this would be an interesting journey! I’ve also occasionally wondered about visiting the graves of those who have nobody to do so. My grandfather’s first wife had no children. Because we keep our loved ones “alive” through stories and memories, it’s sad to me when there’s nobody around to do so. Of course, this is the eventual fate we all face. Some of us just get generations before our time on Earth is merely a whisper.

Kristina, should you ever move away (in the distant future), I bet your parents would come with you. Thoughts of leaving must feel strange, though. It would represent such a definitive close to such a huge part of your life.

Nancy, she was so fond of you, so appreciative of your friendship! I’m sure she pops in to visit you now and then, too.

I remember that visit! I even wrote a short story about it. Turning on the stove burner gave you godlike status.

On another note, one of my great aunts had a man in her life after she was widowed, whom she never married. My proper grandmother always referred to him as her “special friend.”

Joe, it would be nice to think they had company! I don’t think any of my fam is left in Brooklyn.