Walking around the cemetery, and sitting down the bench where the gravestones are. The pictures on the gravestones are smiling at me so I smile back even though there is always a sob heard with every word that I spoke.
Slowly the whole cemetery is being filled up with the family members that I once spoke to.
Will I also one day be there? Underground.
Touching the pictures once again and sitting back down the bench.
"It is really cold, isn't it?"