I saw a sight that I hope I never forget.  

I was sitting in the cemetery at Claire's grave before heading to work for the day and along came an elderly man.  He had white hair, a plaid golf hat, shorts, white socks pulled up tall, velcro tennis shoes, and a walking cane.  He walked right down the row behind Claire's headstone.  He was on a mission.  He finally stopped at a grave a few from the end of the row.  He pruned the flowers that were hanging in a basket next to the headstone and then brushed off the stone.  He walked in a circle inspecting every inch of it.  He stopped, bowed his head for a moment and then turned and headed back the same way he came.  It was a short visit, but one that you could tell he was used to; comfortable with.  He nodded his head and smiled at me as he walked past on his way out.  I walked down to see who it was that he visited.  It was a woman who had been gone 12 years.  

As I left the cemetery I saw him walking down one of the side roads into a neighborhood.  You could tell this was a walk he took often.  Probably every morning.  How many years he has walked to visit this woman?  One might think it was just a routine, just the perfect distance for his morning exercise, but I saw something different.  I saw devotion.  I saw love.  I saw a longing, and desire to still be close to the one he loves.  

Will Lincoln visit my grave after I'm gone?  Will we have a love story that will survive the years?