She’d been here often after his accident, but it had been three months since her last visit. The visit where she had vowed to stop grieving. As if saying could make it so. She ached for Randy. He had never completed his grief. It was devastating not being able to say goodbye to loved ones, to have them taken without warning. She turned and saw him, kneeling at his grandmother’s graveside, shoulders shaking, as he dealt with the feelings he’d kept inside all these years. She walked the rest of the distance to David’s grave with confidence. She knelt, placing the flowers one at a time into the container as she spoke. “Hi, Sweetheart. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I still miss you.” She brushed away some leaves. “I think of you every day. I know you’re not here because … because you wanted to leave me. Us. I can’t prove it and I don’t think anyone can. I guess you’re the only one who really knows.” After she made final adjustments to the flowers, she traced the letters on his headstone with a forefinger.
