The long grass was soaked with the mist that drizzled miserably from the dark grey clouds that loomed overhead. I pulled up the collar of my coat to keep in the warmth and tightened my grip around a little hand, nestled safely in mine. Thoughtfully, I looked down at the tombstone standing in front of me.
What are you even doing here? My wolf asked incredulously.
It’s something I need to do. To be able to move on, I told her.
You have moved on. You are a Mum now, and you are a wife!
I may have moved on physically, but not mentally. I need to do this, I pressed on, blanking out my wolf once more and concentrating on the task at hand.
Clearly, no one had been here for a while, if at all, as the grass was long and unkempt while leaves covered the base of the tombstone, and there were no flowers. I carefully eyed over the simple description that was inscribed on the shiny black granite:
Here lies the body of Thomas Blackett.
Once more reunited with his parents.
May you forever be at peace with your demons.
“Mummy, are you sad?” a little voice piped up curiously, bringing me back into reality with a little jolt.
I looked do...