The grief snuck in. It whispered. It swirled. And prodded a response. At last, one was given. And at that point, time took on weight.

A chord of one. A chord of two. A chord of three.

There was great discussion. There were multiple perspectives. There was disagreement. There was growth.

February 12, 1809. Hodgenville, Kentucky. Sinking Spring Farm.

To go forward one must go back. To spring forth, one must bend down. To be strong, one must see where they are weak.