As I enter the peaceful cemetery, a deep feeling of emptiness envelops me. My heart beats faster with each step, and I can't help but gaze at every gravestone I pass by. These gravestones have become familiar to me, as I come here every week.
Turning the corner, a mix of sorrow and love floods my heart as I gaze upon the gravestone before me.
MAYA ELLEN SINCLAIR
April 17th, 1974 - July 20th, 2013
Beloved daughter, sister, and friend.
Loved by all.
"I’m sorry I’m late," I say placing the flowers on the top of the marble headstone. "I got stuck in traffic." I continue and then take a moment of silence to honor her and gather my thoughts
"I know you don’t like me being here and I know I shouldn't be here every week considering I’m the last person you ever want to meet but I just can’
