Edna Lashon tells the story of visiting with a friend of hers whose husband had died. They went out the graveyard where the husband had been buried and they began to share together memories of their life and their relationship it was a meaningful time as they probed in memory and got in touch with all the joyful times of their life. But then there was silence. No one seemed to have anything else to say. All of a sudden, Liz the little daughter of Edna Lashon’s friend, sprang from the group and suddenly burst toward her father’s grave and did a cartwheel over it. Obviously, Edna Lashon was shocked, but the mother looked at her and smiled and said, Liz loves to do cartwheels. She used to do them all the time for her Dad, and they would play so happily together. But Liz has not done a cartwhe…