Nate knelt in front of the tombstone and rested his hand on the chiseled edge.
“I never thought much of what you spent years telling me. Who would’ve believed our family had such a history? I mean, that’s something from story books, you know?”
Nate shook his head and chuckled. “I didn’t fully understand until I got this.” He held up his prosthetic right hand. “I can’t explain it. Maybe it was the time I had to ask myself what my legacy would be. Drunken idiot, it seems.”
He patted the stone and stood. “Thank you for wanting more, Dad.”