"I've come here to remember. Except I cannot remember someone I never knew. I can only try to connect to the past, through his remains.There's a lawn and an oak tree. The earth has been turned and churned and sown and resown with grass seed. But his ashes, they assured me, are buried in the section in front of me.This is the closest I've come, physically, to Stanley. I get up from my bench and walk towards the oak tree. I stand under it and spread out my arms.His as...