A hedge of grass repeatedly missed by the mower surrounds me from all sides. Long blades of lush green stretch their length across me like the strands of a bad comb-over. More than a century of nature's elements have weathered away my mysterious face leveling all but the deepest of my crevices obscuring the letters of a distant name and two dates separated by a tiny dash defining the course of an entire life. But I remain as a somber testament to those who never knew him that given time, they too shall be forgotten on this earthly side of life.