News came. I don’t know how I heard it, but I did. And I couldn’t digest it. It couldn’t be real.
I stand in the corner wearing a black dress. It’s raining. I let myself get wet. I can’t go close to anybody. George is lying in a black coffin, far away from me. Soldiers surround the coffin. People salute as the coffin is buried. I can’t see it all. I run away to the woods and remain there, just hoping that George would return somehow.
Months passed and so did years.
George always said that time would heal the pain. It didn’t. I loved him and I still do.
He left but he gave me a part of him.
Jake holds my hands tightly as we walk to the graveyard. He’s four. It’s his first visit to his father.
I kiss the grave softly and tears start filling up my eyes. Jake sits down on my lap and wipes my eyes. “Dad is looking at us mom. We have to be brave like he was.” He looks into my eyes and kisses my forehead.
The sun shines on us. The light highlights Jake’s blonde hair that was cut short. Just like his father’s. I hold him tightly and we sit there for hours. He was just like George and he is ours.
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