Sometimes you just never know when you will run into a life-changing moment.
One for me came earlier this month as I was heading west on U.S. 62 and a car parked in Elizabethtown Memorial Gardens caught my eye. It was the only car I could see over the vastness of the cemetery on this day.
The grass at the cemetery I imagine was soggy from nearly 4 inches of rain the day before. But there sat a man, I would guess somewhere between 65 and 80 years of age, in a chair by a grave.
It was a stunning picture.