After depositing the cooler at my apartment, I made an impromptu trip on the subway to the Spruce Ravine Cemetery in Queens. It didn't take long to locate Jason and Daphne's graves. The last time I'd visited was October of last year, on the fourth anniversary of their passing.
I approached the single gravestone, with Jason Brennan and Daphne Brennan engraved on the gray stone.
"You know, on the way here, I rehearsed what I was going to say. But none of it feels right," I said to the grave.
"For so long, I've been coming here and telling you how I've been doing. I lied. The truth is that I haven't been doing so great. But you probably knew that."
"I came here to offer an apology. Being alive and moving on didn't feel fair to you since I caused both of your passings. That feeling will ne
