3 YEARS LATER
ALINA MASTERS
1984 – 2013
Wife and beloved mother.
In God's hands, we trust.
I stand at the end of the grave with Henry on my hip. I’m now six months pregnant with our second child.
Willow has her arm linked through mine while Sammy is helping his father. I watch on as Julian leans down, brushes the dust from her name and rearranges the pink lilies that Sammy has just placed in the vase. He touches her face in the small oval photo, and she stares back at all of us.
He steps away and put his hands into the pockets of his suit, staring at her.
Things have changed. We have photos of Alina in the house now and I encourage the children to speak of her openly and honestly. Willow has had some grief counselling, along with Julian. Sammy doesn’t seem to need it. He was too yo
