It’s not often I would sit on this bench, when I was here that is. To be completely honest, it was the fairest spot in the school yard. I rarely sat there however, because it was her place. It was her bench.

It was her spot.

It belonged to her then, but it belongs to us now. I gently smoothed my fingers across the metal plaque, smiling at myself. She loved to sit here, and now she stays here forever.

Happily.