"It's been a year, Ruth."
I bent down and swept the old flowers and leaves away from the beautifully done inscription of her name on the tombstone. "How are you now?"
I knew she wouldn't respond, and she didn't even know that I regularly visited her in the graveyard of St. Mary's parish church. It wasn't that I hadn't yet moved on. I already forgot the pain of our last meeting. But, I still wanted to go here as a sign of respect to those times we'd spent together.
"Nice day, isn't it?"
I turned my head over my shoulder and spotted Mr. Delgado approaching, a basket of flowers in his hand.
"Sir," I said, nodding.
I stepped back to give him space and put the basket next to the tombstone. He stared down at it for a while before looking at me.
"I used to see this place as full of sorro
