Mr. Watson passed Old Greg a handkerchief, and he wiped away the tears. As he gazed at the tombstone, he said, "Ann, thank you for pushing me so hard when you were alive. It's because of you that I have such a wonderful granddaughter. I wish you could see her. I need you to know that it wasn't your fault. It was my son and you shouldn't be the one in the grave, it should my son." His voice quivered as he spoke. "He has never come to visit you, and I will never forgive him for what he's done to you and Edie." Grandpa sighed. "You and Edie were the ones who have suffered, and I will always carry around that guilt in my heart."
"Okay, Old Greg! We should be going. I see how upset you're getting," Mr. Watson says. Old Greg lets out a long deep breath as Mr. Watson was pushed his wheelchair down the hill.
