Things I Learned from R. B. (September 27th, 2020)

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Epilogue

R. B. was buried in Gallatin, Tennessee.

He knew no one there.

After a couple of weeks, I decided to visit his gravesite.

Johnny, his brother, had promised to take money out of R. B.’s remaining funds to buy a headstone for his brother’s final resting place.

He didn’t. There was nothing permanent on R. B.’s plot—just a simple brass marker and weeds.

My stomach curdled. This was not right.

It was not my responsibility, but it was a needful soul moving.

I quickly abandoned any thought of chasing down Johnny, and instead, enlisted my daughter-in-law, Angy, to head the project of raising money for the stone.

We put a design together, and it turned out beautifully—even better than we could have hoped.

Truly, it was rather magnificent, honoring his best song.

The words were engraved above his name:

God’s Love Is Reaching Out to You