Don't ask me why it took this long to notice.
I've been to the cemetery dozens of times since my father passed away, but I generally focus just on his grave. In my own defense, because of the cemetery rules there are no headstones, just nameplates flush to the ground, so "neighbors" aren't quite as apparent as they might be elsewhere. For whatever reason on the last visit the name on the plate to the left just caught my eye.
From now on it'll be two prayers per trip!
