Many rested their hands close to the cross’s heart, others kneeled down to the ground, connecting their fingers to the soil that had mixed with a century of their ancestors’ bones. Some came that day because, like Faye, they had worked here and continued to feel a combination of deep pride and grief. Others came to search for stones and signs—they were hunting for their own surname, trying desperately to find the missing piece of a puzzle in their family lineage.
