it was the night of my grandpas funeral. my grandpa had always been obsessed with the stars, anytime as a teenager I walked downstairs at 2am for snacks my grandpa would be on the back porch looking at the stars, since I was a kid he always told he about the stars but A lot of the times he tolded me about the Big Dipper, maybe one of the most well known constellations. On the night of his funeral I stayed at a friends house that night, and we decided on a whim to walk a huge lap around the neighborhood at night which we have never done before, as we were rounding the corner coming back to his house, there was an older man walking down his long driveway. Somehow we meet at his driveway as soon as he was at the end of it. We asked the older man how his night was going and all of that small talk, and why he was walking to the end of his driveway at the dead of night. he said this, “I couldnt see the stars tonight from my backporch so I walked down here, I’m looking for the Big Dipper can yall help me find it?” I was able to help him find it because of my Grandpa always telling me about it, I like to think of that as his last time looking at the stars with me.