Elijah saw the others looking when his eyes drifted to the headstone.
Jay Whitman 1933-2021
Jay. So that was his name. Of course. Elijah had been his middle name, he knew. Elijah had been his grandfather's name on his mother's side. The one who had kicked his pregnant fifteen year old daughter out of the house because had sex before marriage, and refused to help her or even acknowledge her existence when he most needed it.
He remembered his mother. Her name was Anna. She had beautiful blond hair, warm brown eyes, and always smelled like springtime. He'd been happy when it had just been the two of them. And then she'd met Richard. The handsome, charismatic doctor. It had been his fault. If he hadn't asked to go to the Wizard of Oz that afternoon when he'd seen it ten times already....
He'd wanted to see Judy Garland again. Not have his mother fall in love with a man who has no good.
Then there was Sarah. Beautiful, perfect Sarah. They'd had eleven wonderful years together before he went to prison the first time. For doing what he had to do to keep the family afloat after Susan got sick and died. And then she just abandoned him.
Five years he'd wasted away in that place. But it wasn't all bad. And then he met Alexandra. Not Bonnie. Sweet Alexandra. She'd had his child too. Another daughter. She'd stand by his side, no matter what. And that was worth something. They'd been in the mountains. Just him and his girls. Happy. Helen had been the most beautiful. Claire had loved him too.
Jay looked back at the headstone. That would mean he was 87 when he died. He knew it was 87 because he remembered that he was born on the Winter Solstice, the darkest day of the year. Or, four days before Christmas, whatever way you wanted to look at it.
He was clearly in the body of a man much younger. So what else happened in his life that he didn't know about?
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