Author's note:

Dedicated to Mr. S...

You are a dream come true...

Diana

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Wearing a white bateau neck dress, covered in detail French lace and an A-line skirt that falls above her knees, the beautiful woman with dark brown hair places a bouquet of lily on top of the marble grave. Tears fall on the edge of the grave and she knelt to pray. Drawing the sign of the cross, she closes her eyes and bows her head.

The cool wind brushes her soft cheeks. Causing the tears she had held for so long to continue wet her cheeks so she quickly wipes them away, not wanting the child beside her to notice how sad his mother was. 

“Amen.” She whispered the last word of her prayers and slowly gets up. A slight pinch of pain on her knee after kneeling on the black and white pebble-covered ground made her flinch so she softly rubs the pain and dust away.

Her heart aches, curling up inside her, making her want to bend down and fight the pain currently enveloping her whole body. His death still felt surreal. It didn’t feel real but the proof of the matter was staring right back at her. 

How much she misses him, how much she cries for him, all meant to drive her against the edge for she was weak to accept the reality of her situation. She won’t ever see him again. She won’t ever speak to him again and she was trying so hard to keep herself alive at that point.

A tug on her skirt made her glistening, piercing green eyes with gold fleck gaze down upon a boy who shared the same color of his father rather than hers. 

“I want to go home, momma.”

She smiled and cup his small cheeks that were no bigger than the size of her palm.

“Soon, baby. I’m almost done here.” She replied to him. Rather than throwing a tantrum like any 7-year-old boy his age, he nodded and just stare at the grave of his father.

“Momma, why is daddy inside this box? Isn’t it dark? Wouldn’t he be afraid of it?” He pointed to the grave.

She smiled at his innocent questions and pulled her closer to her side. “Sooner or later, we will be here too, my love. It’s normal for anyone who has passed away. This is what people called ugh…. Final resting place.”

He frowned and shook her head looking frightened. “That’s scary. All dark and… dad surely can’t move a lot in this small space. Why don’t you just bring daddy to rest with us, momma? Maybe he will feel a lot safer if there’s light?”

She smiled. “We can’t because he’s not with us anymore. You see, God has invited your father to heaven. He is with the Lord God now and waiting for us to see him soon. We can’t bring him back to us.”

The boy bit her lip and later, sighed in disappointment. He turns his gaze at his mother and replied. “You sure we’ll see him again, momma? You promise?” 

He held out his pinkie finger in which she just stares at it for a while and later, shook her hand and nodded.

“I love you, baby.”

I love you too, momma.” He replied while hugging her mother. As his face was staring back at the grave with his father’s picture with the frame was placed at the middle of the grave.

“I love you too, daddy.” He whispered ever so gently.