It had been 30 years.
The cemetery had gone to seed a bit since the church was closed down but he could not blame the Vatican for that. The collapse of so many countries and danger of the environment just making it impossible to keep them going made everyone pull back.
Still, George drove his car there every year. His wife, Cherise, understood. He would never have met her if not for James.
He could not discard the memory of his dear friend for that and so many other reasons. More, his mother had been such a wonderful lady that welcomed him for the 7 years he had known his friend.
His own family had either passed away or had no desire to speak to him as their beliefs vastly contradicted his own. When things really went to Hell, it was too late.
