One Last Time.

Periwinkle flowers circled the grave like a blanket, so bright yet so tender. I was going to miss this. I was going to miss him. It’s been a year since he’s been gone, but I just can’t seem to process it. This is it. The last time I'm going to see his grave for a while. In a few weeks, I'll have moved across the nation -far from his grave. I would have to start to my new job in the busy streets of New York, full of construction sands and unfinished buildings. God I hoped I was making the right decision looking for a new start.

“MOM!”

The sweet voice of my daughter whips me out of my daydream, waving a bottle of new sunscreen lotion in front of me, and I quickly wipe any tear that may have fallen from my eyes. I look down at her through my shades, making out her beautiful blue eyes and soft chocolate skin she got from her father.

“Hi princess!”

She lets out a frown once she eyes the burr stuck to her clothing, likely from the forest she just walked through. I let out a giggle before I bent down, taking it out for her and throwing it far in the cemetery. She looks back to stare at the grave in front of us.

“I miss daddy” she says, the frown still prevalent on her face.

“I miss him too sweetie”.