In daylight, the cemetery took on a different character.
The eerie, New England vibe hung over it still, but the gnarled branches of the trees and silhouettes of the tombstones were much less intimidating. And much less of a tripping hazard.
Kate's mourners filed in from the procession a distance away. The numbers dwindled down in the cemetery, many of our classmates gone to leave family and closer friends. I felt no inclination to invite myself to take part.
Instead, Rhys and I lingered near a more familiar
part of the cemetery. There was intention to the grave we stood in front of, though we hadn't exactly agreed or even acknowledged Nia's grave out loud.
Still no stone was erected. Her flowers, a little weathered now, still laid across the bare earth of a new grave. Heather, dais
