• The grave was covered in moss and dirt making it hard to read the name but I didn’t need to. I knew what it said, though for years I hadn’t believed it. Finally sitting down in the soft damp grass I started scrubbing away the filth from the head stone with my figures. I worked at it for a while not bothering to stop when I felt someone sit down beside me. They knew better then to disrupt me when I was working on something like this, especially since it was FOR them. When I finished I sat back reading the name and date over and over again making tears slide down my face for the first time in years. For me it wasn’t the name that made the ache in my chest, no it was date. August 12th 2018. It was now August 12th 2033.
    She’s been gone for 15 years to the world, but to me she’d never left. She still talked to me, walked with me, smiled and laughed with me, every single day. What had taken me a long time to figure out though was that, she wasn’t really there. I was alone. Even sitting there in the cemetery I was alone. Oh yeah I had someone sitting with me but she… she wasn’t really sitting next to me. I reached out to the side of me where she had sat down and grabbed her hand, knowing I was only really grabbing air. She clenched my hand in hers and sighed.
    “You didn’t need to come here you know. It’s only hurting you seeing this.” She said in that soft sweet understanding tone.
    I shook my head, “no I did need to come here. I needed to see for myself that… that you’re really not here.” She sighed and I finally looked at her. She was wearing the same thing she was always wearing, a baby blue tank top and those awfully short cut off jeans I loved.