The wind is cold against my body as I reach into my pocket and twiddle the small pill between my fingers. The stars are twinkling up above; although, their brightness is only dim. It doesn’t matter though because I know my way to this part of the field, whether I am led by sunlight or moonlight.
I lie down, flattening the grass beneath me—there are daisies, buttercups, and even tulips here.
I slide the pill out of my pocket and hold it in my wrinkly palm. Doctors call it the Final Goodbye Pill. Known as the biggest breakthrough in science for many years, it allows grieving individuals the chance to say goodbye after a loss by bringing back the spirit of their loved one for a short time. But as everyone knows, all pills have side-effects.
After the sudden death of my daughter, I was so d
