TIANA
Brother
Son
Friend
Three words that stared back at me. I stood directly in front of his grave pulling my jacket tightly in the hopes of easing the sudden chill I felt
This may have been a bad idea.
I spun on my heel having made up my mind to leave and in my pursuit towards the car I stopped mid-step at the sight of my mother standing by the car shaking her head.
Damn it!
Releasing a shaky breath, I steeled myself at the realization there was no escaping this. I faced his resting place once more unsure of what to say. And for a second I felt myself stumble back to the day we put his body into the ground. . .
It rained black and grey that day.
And no other worse truth stared back at me at the fact I would never see his face. Nor hear his deep laugh that sparked a joy in me. A joy that trampled the doubts and fears.
