Five years later…
Yvette reorganized the bouquet as she knelt beside the cold
gray slab of marble in the center plot of Cedar’s Rest Memorial gardens. It had
been his plot since the day after her mother was interred. They’d always talked
about having a family mausoleum but never got around to it…and now it was too
late. Scott was buried beside his first love and would always be. It had been
two years since he’d taken ill and three since his passing. After the first
remission of his cancer, Yvette had hoped that she would have more time with
him but once it returned on Christmas day, they were both positive it would be
the disease that got him.
She ran her hand over the engravings and read them over and
again in her head. Always on my mind,
forever in my heart. Brett’s hand rested on her shoulder and she wiped away
a tear as Autumn came to sit beside her. “You think Grandpa liked roses?” Autumn asked and placed a single orchid next to the grave beside the large vase.
“He was a boy, Autumn,” Austin replied, dropping dramatically at Yvette’s side. “And boys don’t like flowers.”
“That’s not true!” Autumn asserted. “Boys can like flowers! Can’t they, Mommy?”
“He was a boy, Autumn,” Austin replied, dropping dramatically at Yvette’s side. “And boys don’t like flowers.”
“That’s not true!” Autumn asserted. “Boys can like flowers! Can’t they, Mommy?”
