The Meadows Blog
On a dreary, gray October afternoon, a light rain bounced off of Gabrielle’s umbrella as she stared at the simple headstone of Ryan King. There was a cross in each corner and centered underneath his name in bold lettering were just three words and two dates. As she studied it, she thought the simplicity of the inscription was hopelessly inadequate to explain an entire human life - but still she was glad that she had paid for the stone. At least there was some kind of recognition for a human being who had spent his final days on earth being ignored by everyone, including her.