Before I was injured, I used to take hikes. Walking hikes, not really the rough and tough kind. Bringing my camera (always), I pulled the car over in an historic wooded part of Rhode Island. It was late Spring and trees were filled with flowers. Dogwoods are my favorite this time of year. Anyway, as I walked I started to just feel strange. It was early morning.

And..I got lost. I was completely lost. Taking video with my camera, I thought I'd head toward water, a river. So I did. There were old gravestones, very old. Some names worn off. Some were mausoleums buried in small hills.

When I was near the river, suddenly a gust of wind stirred up. It was some kind of odd microburst. It made birds squeal out. Leaves rustled, the sun flickered through the leaves, beams shooting down into my camera lens as I took video.

I heard a loud CRACK from a tree falling or something. I didn't know.

As I walked past another small buried vault, doors old, an image was above the burial door. A winged sphere.

Around the bend I found the source of the loud CRACK. A huge living branch had fallen on a grave. The grave stone read: BRANCH. I thought how funny it was to have a living branch fall to its death on a dead Branch.

This made me think of my Dad. He was a wordsmith of sorts, and enjoyed wordplay. Jibs. And Jabs. But I thought of him.

To get why this is weird--that I found my way out. I had to walk through a huge cemetery among the dead to find the grand opening to the "newer" burial areas.

I walked right over my Dad's grave.

How did I walk over my Dad's grave? My father died at the exact time I was in the. woods, among hilled doors to the dead, where a branch fell on a Branch, where the wind whirled in a vortex. And the river? Across the river is where, in Rhode Island, my Dad grew up.

It was not until he passed that ANYONE knew he had made arrangements to be buried in that exact same cemetery. Everyone thought he'd be with his Mother, buried there. He didn't want to be buried there. He secretly wanted to be buried in the exact place I was wandering around thinking of him on the day he died.

This is 100% true.