By comparison it seemed bad. But with no comparison, it seemed good, great even. Away with comparison.

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.