Last week, I went to my son’s grave with the pumpkin I bring him every Halloween. As I do each time I come to him there, I stand quietly and read the inscription it took me a year to find for the stunning piece of Westerly granite that stands guard over what is left of his body.

And think not you can direct the course of love,
for love, if it finds you worthy, will direct your course.

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet