I don’t often stand at a grave of a non-family member that I know is only a degree or two of separation from me, but I got to do so this past month, and with a famous grave to boot. While aviator Wilbur Wright died relatively young in 1912 in a flight accident, his brother Orville lived until 1948. Early death while famous being what it is, this explains why there are things in Dayton named for Wilbur but not Orville, and one of those namesakes was Wilbur Wright School, that my grandmother and her sister attended. Orville attended the dedication ceremony for the school, and my great-grandmother had the opportunity to meet him. My grandmother doesn’t remember a lot of details about the meeting, but she has always been very proud of it.
A Grave Concern 