Jonah sat on the low stone bench. “Thought I’d find you here.”
“I wanted to see my beautiful boy one more time, before going under the knife.”
Jonah sighed. “First off, Uncle Charlie, they use lasers now. Secondly your beautiful boy was a hundred and three, stone deaf, and perfectly ready to go when he went.”
Charlie smiled softly at the carved marble block. “Doesn’t matter. He was still my beautiful boy.”
“I know. Come on. The doctors are waiting.”
“I go here.” Charlie pointed to the grass between his brother and his husband.
“I know, but not yet, okay?”