BRIELLE
Bereavement had been my constant companion over the last five years, a shadow that had gradually faded until it was no longer there. Instead of the flowers of pleasant memories, I find the flowers of happy memories where it once was, clutching my hand. There was now a sense of joy and pride for who we were and what we accomplished together, where there was once so much anguish.
Even a feather would fall without drifting one way or the other on such a day. The grass was straight and quiet, and the leaves dangled more like they were painted there. The only breeze would have been felt if a person could feel the pounding of the birds' wings. It was completely silent.
I woke up early this morning just to visit Zayden in the cemetery. A prayer come out of my mouth as I placed a candle
