Today, after two years and a little over a month, my father finally has a gravestone. As this marks the final step in the grieving process, it also seems fitting as a final marker for my time living back at home. My mother (pictured here) and father will always be the two most important people in my life journey. They were always the perfect team and with me tagging along, we were the magic unit of three. The epitaph on the headstone is “Time will tell I love thee well.” My parents came across this phrase engraved into an 18th century wedding ring that was an artifact from an archaeological dig. Seems fitting that their passion for archaeology is how they found each other in the first place. As I always like to joke, my father found my mother in a ditch. 100+ years from now, future archaeologist/historians will know how much my parents loved each other. But for now, my mother is very much alive and well, and so is my father’s memory. (at Ridgefield, Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0U9zFLFKxL/?igshid=1taqshxvt2m3q