The flowers are ones I picked off my rose bushes. They're the last roses of the season; it's turning colder and the leaves are coming off the trees. Those leaves made it harder for me to find his marker this morning, it was covered with leaves that had blown off the sweet gum tree that's close to his grave. I cleared them away as best I could, as you can see.
I've been wondering who James Mayberry is. Why aren't his parents at rest in the same cemetery? What happened to them; where are they?
I think that the best place to start is the City Hall for the town. They'll know who keeps the cemetery records; I should be able to find some more information there. I'm not necessarily wanting to go find the people who are kin to James, I just want some more information about his parents and why James is here alone.
I shouldn't really say that he's here alone, because he's not alone anymore. He's got me. As long as I'm here, he won't be forgotten.