It's Time

I sit on the bench beside the freshly laid soil. The cool sun gently makes its presence known as it warms my cheek.
It's too painful to go any closer and admit what has happened. But There's no more room for denile as I see everyone around the grave gently gripping their tear soaked tissues. But still I can't go any closer.

A faint breeze blows through my hair chasing down the tear on my cheek. Just like the grave my pain is still fresh and cuts deep.

Mingled in the breeze I hear a voice I love and remember. Disbelief still fills my mind but I love that I can hear it. My grandmothers sweet smell floats past me in the breeze.

I listen again to understand her words.
"Come darling, well take care of you now" I wipe my tear and know what I have to do.

I take one last look at my family and wipe away my tear. I turn and take my grandmothers hand.