Arrival to the Cemetery
The crisp autumn air met me as I entered the cemetery, the stillness inviting reflection. Today, the grounds felt especially serene, as though the world itself had slowed. Each step toward my brother’s tombstone was marked by the soft crunch of fallen leaves, a quiet rhythm guiding me forward. When I finally reached it, the stone stood firm and solemn—a lasting reminder of love and loss bound together.
Arrival To The Cemetery
A Sincere Tribute
I knelt before his grave, gently setting down a sunflower—his favorite—before whispering, “Hey, it’s me.” The words carried weight, as they always did. This was our yearly conversation, one-sided yet deeply meaningful, a ritual that kept our bond alive. As I spoke about my year and my struggles, the world beyond the grave felt nearer, his presence lingering in memory and heart.
A Sincere Tribute
