I walk through the graveyard. As I pass I read the names of off of each grave in my head– Danielle Birch 1919-1956, Grayson Hollow 2001-2023, Haily Smire 1899-1943.... I keep going until I find his Henry Oconnel 1998-2024. It's been about a year now. Him stuck in this coffin, not stuck I suppose. Resting.

The indestigushble feeling that he's still here, with me, is hard to get away from. I look down at his grave and smile sadly. "Hey love," I whisper warmly and crouch down "I've missed you every day." I wipe the speck of dirt off his grave and place the flowers I brought him. Lillies, they always reminded him of his grandmother. I hope he's happy with her now.

After a while I stand up and start walking back down the path, I notice my shoe has unlaced, so I tie my shoelace back up. I stand up and continue, on my way to another long day ahead of me without him by my side.

But I'll carry on in this life, I'll remember him when I see the beauty in the sunset, the Lillie's in the fields. I love him forever even when he's so far from my reach.