Honestly, it took me a few minutes to find him.
I have it in my head that his gravestone is in the third row from the lane, but that is wrong.
His is in the second row, and only about halfway down the lane.
The photo is taken looking toward the lane.
That big rock was most likely placed there to help others find him, as I do not remember having seen it in the past.
I straightened up the area, taking away a huge bag of debris from the area.
Those little glass beads were scattered across another grave, but I collected them to brighten up his name plate.
Samuel Marquieth Johnson, gone fifteen years now.
He would have been 58 this year, just a year younger than my youngest brother.
I've surrendered my post as administrator of his facebook page.
Bob WIley and Perry Foster are still administrators, so he will still have someone to make posts and check on fb status updates.
I just cannot have that responsibility anymore... but I will still tend his grave from time to time, just to make sure his name can still be read by those who love him.
He was a good friend, and I still miss our Thursday outings.
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