On the other side of town only a fifteen-minute drive feels so distant. The one place I can always let the world go.
-The place of death,
How ironic, live green grass in the summer encompassed by death and tombstones. The still air as it seems… like time doesn’t matter.
I always know where to go in that little upper left corner. One little spec, in a wave of grey and green, spread on forever like what seems to be infinity. There she is. The stone made into a heart.
One of a kind.
A big sunflower engraved on the front with such detail.
I always bring her peanut m&m’s. Always the king size. Never more, never less. If I can, I bring her a sunflower. One with the biggest brown center and the yellowest of petals. I make sure it faces the sun… Just like her taking things head-on.
This place is dark and somber but her pink heart gives me hope. I can still see the black lettering now:
“June 5,1970- September 26, 2010.”
Her last name engraved with the finest of fonts.
I always do things different just like her. I put the peanut m&m’s in the flower holder. I lay that one beautiful sunflower on her heart. I like to think her actual heart was this big. Loved everyone. Me, my brother, anyone kind. I still hear her voice. Her calm tender touch. I feel it embrace me.
I don’t wanna leave. The place of eternal sadness brings me true happiness. The thought of seeing her again. I run my hand across the stone, say my goodbyes and let her know I’m doing just fine.
The spec of hope in a world full of darkness. That… is who she was.