All the family friends had either left or were standing back at the ranch house waiting for James, to give their last condolences. James stood there watching the two men shovel dirt into the hole. He looked over at the markers of his mother and father as well as those of both his grandparents. Knowing he too would be laid to rest here along with the them.

“Come on James,” Elinor said twining her arm through his and leading him away. “I think Jimmy needs to be feed.”

Beth slipped her arm through his other one as they walked back to the house, the baby on her hip.

“So when do you leave,” he asked his daughter.

“Tomorrow noon,” she replied. “But I can stay longer if you want?”

“No, you get back to your husband. Besides, I think Aunt Elinor is going to stay a couple more days. Aren’t you sis?”