He sat there at the site, silently. The countdown to the final moments had begun. Just a few more steps, then it would be gone, hidden from sight. It never gets old, though repeated every time. A host of memories walked in succession through his mind. Each event a scene that built up to the whole drama of a life and a lifetime. He added the smiley moments, subtracted the regrets and totaled the actuals. I will do better next time. He walked from the burial, resolute with hope. An old thing put to rest. A new beginning just ahead.