New Marble
I stepped back from the gravestone. Made of new marble, and adorned with flowers, it had been put there far before its time. It seemed almost ironic how the birds sang, and the children at the park across the street played in the warm sun, while the body of a special someone had been put in the ground just hours ago. I supposed the deceased must be at peace now, as the stories went, but I could not bring myself to believe it. It just seemed too hard.
A young woman stepped forward from behind me, wiped some tears from her eyes, and laid a fresh boquet of flowers by the grave. It was my wife, Linda. She didn’t notice me, and walked slowly away. She must’ve been struggling with the loss. Her appearance was unexpected and brought tears to my eyes. She continued to walk, taking small, shuffling steps that reminded me of our son, still crying.
At this, I knew it was time. Time for me to say goodbye too. I shivered, scared, yet determined. My jaw was set, and I was formed into a steel. I turned back towards where Linda continued to walk. I sighed, and thought of everyone and everything I knew. I slowly brought my eyes to the gravestone. Read my name one last time. It was time to go. A sigh escaped my lips, disappearing with the wind. I looked towards the small silver car that now carried my wife. Goodbye...
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