Last night I was at my grandfather's farm for an auction, and noticed this garden edge tile by the pool. I spent many summer hours of my childhood at my grandfather's pool, and must have walked by these a thousand times. So it seems only fitting that in the days after my grandfather died I was obsessing over these grave tiles in Bonaventure Cemetery. After all, these cement garden markers are the descendants of the European grave tiles used in Savannah cemeteries. The grave tiles that I will forever associate with my grandfather's death even though I couldn't really explain why. It seems now I can.