Gracie
Ryland and I arrived at my mom’s headstone. It was strange being back here, it has been a while. After all, I couldn’t face it, but now is the right time to do so. In fact, it has been too long, and she deserves better. I rest the lilies that I brought with me down; they were my mom’s favourite flowers. I cleaned it up a little too, you could tell no one has been here for a considerable amount of time.
Ryland sat the blanket down on the grass that surrounds it, taking a seat, and once I finished, I joined him. I wish this weren’t how Ryland and my mom had to meet, but it is, and I can’t change that. Yes, they met a long time ago, so what I mean is meeting again when he is older and with me. I don’t know, maybe some people find what I am about to do crazy; ultimately I don’t care what they think.