A visitor at the gravesite on the 14th anniversary

 While we were cleaning up Nate's marker and the trains around his marker, a lady came up to us.  She knew of our story and told us that her parents and lots of her family are buried in that cemetery.  She said she visits her parents' gravesite often, but also comes with her grandkids, and they visit Nate's site too.  Her grandkids have asked how such a young child could die.  Obviously a very difficult question to answer.  She showed great courage and sympathy to come over and talk with us.  I told her the story about how the CP employees sent a train engine out during Nate's burial.  She says that she hears the trains start up all the time at 5AM.  She lives very close to the cemetery, and the tracks are very near to Nate's gravesite.  She also said that one of her grandkids left a little toy Jeep to sit with all the trains that are all around Nate's marker.  Incredible that our story continues to affect people to this day.

14th anniversary poem

 Nate,

Where does my love go when I tell you I love you?

Does it kiss your cheek like a breeze, or does it echo in an airless void?

Where do my tears for you go?

Do they whisper to you as a brook, or sweep past you as a current?

My aching for you…

Do you feel my heart reaching for you?  Or am I grasping at empty air?

My faith says my words go to God, but my doubts and insecurities blind me.