I used to work at a rest home called Courtyard at Jamestown, which I have written a story about already. Most of the people I took care of have passed away by now, so when I go for walks in the provo cemetery (which is very often, as it is a nice place for a stroll) I sometimes find someone I used to care for.
One day me and my son were out for a walk, at the time he was about one and still in a stroller. When we reached the cemetery, I let him out of his stroller to stretch his legs, usually he sticks close to me and we just sort of wander around on the road, but on this occasion, he wandered over to some of the head stones and just stopped and stood in front of one of them. I urged him to come with me so I could start getting some exercise in for the day but he wouldn't move. He was only one at the time and a bit stubborn so I didn't really think anything of his not wanting to come to me. I couldn't see the name on the headstone until I got right up to it because it was one of the flat ones, but when I saw the name, I was very surprised.
The grave belonged to one of the sweetest men in the whole world. His name is Willis Moon and he was one of the funniest residents to take care of. He was a sheep hearder and always had a lot of corny jokes to share with all of the CNA's (if he knew you and knew you weren't opposed, he had a lot of dirty jokes that weren't that bad for an old guy).
Once I reached the head stone, my son waited around for a minute while I said "hi" to willis and then we went on with our walk. I guess I will never know what made him stop in front of that particular grave, did he see willis, or was this all just a very weird coincidence? Just sort of makes you wonder doesn't it?